Soured

Our friendship

First blossomed

Bloomed into love

For me

At least

But it wasn’t

Mutual

And so

We soured

Our friendship

Down the drain

It went

My love

Turned to hate

And away you went

Got some new friends

Such a large group

Of replacements

All guarding you

From me

Our friendship

It soured

It died.

The End

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