a poem about betrayel the worst kind of all that of a friend. |
Face to Face We Sit Face to Face Sitting on a bench, in the light of the sun. this wasn’t going to be fun. It took all my strength— not to turn and run. I look into her beautiful brown face perfectly curled hair and almond shaped eyes, blank of emotion, like a piece of canvas yet to be touched by an artist brush my eyes cradle tears in the bottom lids but I will not let them spill over. A friend who has deceived me for the last time. I saw her kissing him by his car, I watched them both from afar. In the empty parking lot before school. I want to tear out her pretty brown eyes, pull off her perfect pouty lips she used these devices to steal my man but first I wanted to listen to see if should would deny. as we sit, our tasteless school lunch untouched I told her I heard of the kiss through the grapevine that roars quickly through the halls of our school they started to fall, lies from her mouth like leaves from a tree I wasn’t going to rake them up, I now see her for what she is a teller of tales, a jealous fiend who will do anything to take what is mine. |