Every smile could be a sign of stab on the back
It’s as known fact
Even an unexpected smack
I repeat
Every smile could be a sign of deceit
True friends are the one’s who captivate your eyes
It’s no surprise
Just a realize
False friends are what you find out being wise
Friends are a dime in a dozen
I see your ears are buzzing
A smile doesn’t make one secure
Only peculiar
A laugh spells on trust in false friends
Genuine is trueful
Hidden darkness among
Hidden false hopes straight out
No trust
On alert
Friends are God given and not deceiving
Friends being themselves in actually showing they are your friends
No time for pretend
False friendship is where it ends
Delete them
Move on
Keep it moving