Friends

Some I call friends But they don’t let me in They need you close If you meet their own gain The fibres of my heart So deep and trustful Become a wrenching heave - A broken spirit, so humble In a world of substantial fitting And dependence on each other With time, they could be you On their way to salvation

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Valsa George

Date: 11/11/2021 7:27:00 PM

I am learning the features of this site by and by. Lidia, now only I spotted you out . I always feel that you are a gregarious person, helpful and compassionate. But in a world of selfishness, many who you deem to be your friends may not understand your real worth....!

Lidia Hristeva
Date: 11/13/2021 7:15:00 PM

With time, real friendships transpire. The fake ones are negligible to me.

John Gondolf

Date: 11/11/2021 12:10:00 PM

I have known people like this who call you their friend as long as you have something they can use. Once that's no longer the case, they are gone. Welcome to Poetry Soup, Lidia. John

Lidia Hristeva
Date: 11/13/2021 7:12:00 PM

Thank you, John. Valsa introduced me to poetry soup. She is a talented poet, I am just scribbling, trying to emotionally fit nowadays strange world.