The Third Rail
You got two friends,
and they’re both dear to your heart
But they don’t much care for each other
Before you met either of them,
they already knew one another
Their checkered past had a dark history,
bitter chapters of a contentious backstory
But, you knew about none of that,
only knew that you loved them both
And the rift between them didn’t change that fact
When two locomotive emotions
are moving on a collision course,
don’t get caught standing near the third rail —
Don’t get too close
Friendly electrocution is still a fatal execution
And at the funeral,
those two friends will have crying eyes
Each blaming the other
as the reason why you died
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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