It happens so fast and without notice,
but a foul wind can come any minute
and uproot you from the stolid
make your heart become solid.
Why do things have to be replaced?
Aren't your friends supposed to stick up for you?
Are the promises you make to one another just a game,
because no matter what you may say,
we all seem to go back on your promises at one point or another,
We really aren't real in front of one another,
Why does your best friend have the best opportunity to hurt you?
When does this feeling heal?
How do we ameliorate what others scar,
people seem to blindly or viciously hurt others,
they are ruthlessly faithful,
There heart may be wonderful.
In the eye who denies to heal?
Who are you really?
What have you really felt?
Why don't I know?.....anymore???
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