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So he said to me one night
Submissive is not what's right
He said to me one day
You've to command and make your way
You cannot be quiet
You cant be a riot
You have to be you
And not let destroy'it

He calls me his friend
Say, when will this end?
He says he don't care
It goes beyond repair

He says I mean nothing
Without the slightest grieve
"You are my closest"
Oh, I wouldn't like to believe

But I've known better
And not made up a pile
Fed it to the skies
Never failed to smile

I've grown as a human
I've grown as a friend
He's been a pillar
The crave will never end

He's helped me in ways
Helped find my forte
He's helped me mature
Never enough to sway

But now that he's changed
I'm hit by numbing rain
Now that all's deranged
Major bouts will reign.
Made me good, and became bad.
Trust is a valuable thing, she said.
More often than not, a pledge read.

Trust is a valuable thing, she cried.
Then why doesn't anyone care enough to try?

Trust is a valuable thing, she pled.
The mistakes I've made, to my fall they've led.

Will they ever trust me? Like they did one time.
Will they believe, I've got reason for crime?
Will they let go, of sins deplore?
Or will I face the rage of yore?

Its okay to have few friends, they said.
The ones, that can trust.
Its okay to let go of some.
All they have is compassionate lust.

Its okay, they said, its okay to cry.
Flowers bloom and then they die.

Its okay, its okay to keep..
The ones you need within your reach.

Its okay, its okay to fall.
Only rise against and above 'em all.

— The End —