About the Poem
I am 15, this is a short poem about deception by friends, family,...really anyone we care about.
|by Ann Canonico|
|Hate is Love in a way only friends show,
Cold stares linger in the walls of deception,
A broken soul to wither to dark skies
The reality seeping through my mind,
Yet one of a kind.
To the point that nothing
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