Giving Up


It never hurts as much as it does when friends give up on you.

Come as it may, like a bus you were late, as sorry as it sounds, the passengers didn’t wait.

An apology, amendment was it too late? That no way of redemption did you seek in my wake?

Be as you would, I wouldn’t dream of asking you to be as you were

A friend, a harbour and a safety net.

Am I failure or did you really fail?

It’s all a matter of perception, thats all I can say.

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