Lidia Hristeva Poet Free verse

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 November 11, 2021 at 7:27 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 November 13, 2021 at 7:15 PM With time, real friendships transpire. The fake ones are negligible to me.

John Gondolf November 11, 2021 at 12:10 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 November 13, 2021 at 7:12 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.