You came to me many times
In distress and in shambles
I held you close and gave comfort
I let you sadly ramble
I was there for you
In loneliness, grief, and success
You were there for me as well
When life gave me the hardest test
But what I could not see
You hid behind a veil
It distorted what I saw
It corrupted that which I felt
This veil of sorts
I would call it a mask
Allowed you to take things from me
As you creaked in from the back
You snuck up behind me
You defiled what I confided
It wasn't my friendship you were after
It was the one that betrayed me in which you were guided
This mask it so blocked
That which I could not see
Your eyes of deceit
And your face as it gleamed
For the one that was not
For the one that was coarse
It gleamed for the one
That one to whom you showed remorse
Of all the time we spent
Bonding and growing
It is with her now
Her now with which you are moaning
In the bed which her and I shared
Many a heated and passionate night
To where my unmentionables were stored
In her body so tight
Live your life with one eye
As it looks out far and beyond
For it is I that will be creaking
Creaking up behind you one morn.
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 6:02 AM UTC
You came to me many times
In distress and in shambles
I held you close and gave comfort
I let you sadly ramble
I was there for you
In loneliness, grief, and success
You were there for me as well
When life gave me the hardest test
But what I could not see
You hid behind a veil
It distorted what I saw
It corrupted that which I felt
This veil of sorts
I would call it a mask
Allowed you to take things from me
As you creaked in from the back
You snuck up behind me
You defiled what I confided
It wasn't my friendship you were after
It was the one that betrayed me in which you were guided
This mask it so blocked
That which I could not see
Your eyes of deceit
And your face as it gleamed
For the one that was not
For the one that was coarse
It gleamed for the one
That one to whom you showed remorse
Of all the time we spent
Bonding and growing
It is with her now
Her now with which you are moaning
In the bed which her and I shared
Many a heated and passionate night
To where my unmentionables were stored
In her body so tight
Live your life with one eye
As it looks out far and beyond
For it is I that will be creaking
Creaking up behind you one morn.
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