A friend so fair and bright,
With words that cut like a knife.
They'd stab me in the back,
With lies and deceit in their track.

Their smiling face, a mask of deceit,
Their heart, a pit of greed and hate.
They'd take my trust, and break my heart,
With every word, they'd tear us apart.

Their loyalty, a mirage in the sand,
Their friendship, a poisoned brand.
They'd whisper lies in my ear,
And laugh as I shed a tear.

But still, I'd hold on to the hope,
That one day, they'd change their scope.
That they'd see the harm they've done,
And make amends, before the sun.

But alas, it's just a dream,
For they are lost in their own scheme.
And I am left to weep and mourn,
The loss of a friend, forever torn.

From the start,  
where dreams first whispered  
and laughter danced on air,  
the world seemed wide,  
like a page blank and bright.  

We built castles from crayons,  
painted skies with no limits,  
every worry a distant cloud  
easily chased away.  

Friendship bloomed  
like spring flowers,  
mixing colors in the sun,  
each moment a treasure  
held close,  
glistening like morning dew.

In the crowded street,  
a stumble, a twist,  
my foot over the edge  
of a forgotten crack.  

Eyes blink, faces turn,  
laughter hides behind hands,  
and I, a moment caught  
in slow-motion fall.  

Heart racing like a drum,  
I gather my dignity,  
dust off my knees,  
and smile through the blush—  

a tiny trip in the dance of life,  
reminding me,  
we all wobble sometimes.

We're like the joy and the pain
My mom and I, we don't get along
We're like the peace and the storm
My mom and I, we don't get along