By Diana Melhet
A friend in need, would reach out to me
For I am that friend that he leans on
I lend a hand, a leg and my neck
A ear in which he screams on
In my heart, I know what's right
I'll follow my heart and decide
No matter what is at stake or sight
In my friendships I take great pride
Sometimes this distance, it belays
My friend, I still think of you
No matter if it is months or days
There's nothing to be misconstrued
The tide then turns to ominous times
What's left of all my feelings?
The ropes of friendship a withered line
With the theft of time, I'm reeling
Stranded, branded unworthy, was it just me who felt so close
Or did my hand not help them enough, or is it just the world I suppose
Every cent tried to warn me, couldn't hear what they had to say
Upon a time i was sought after, but now just waved away
The advantages to be taken, I offered them anyway
I'd rather get deceived and hurt
Than regret along the way
I had no inkling of a dagger, that's nestled in my back
One thing I'm glad, no gladder- it's
Settled with the sack
If love can cross boundaries and friendships can transcend time
I wonder how far apathy will go,
With disinterest in its bind
The shrugs and frowns go on
As I no longer trust
A single soul may take your hope
And make it into dust