Your Special Friend

Broken hearted, crushed and hurt Leaves her lonely and baron like the Sahara desert Crying everyday at the slightest thing Cause you have treated her like a plaything Then one day whilst you lie in bed A knock on the door raises your head When you hear a voice at the door You fallout of bed onto the floor Realising its your “special friend” Who you would normally deny knowing till your end But when challenged, cowardly! you walked away And surely hung you head in shame A proud man would end this game But I’m sure you will be back because you feel no blame