We met in that dusty class room, <br />rarely spoke or seemed to care, <br />who would have thought such a friendship could bloom, <br />such a feeling feels so rare. <br /> <br />Throughout the years we've had much fun, <br />while together, time flew fast, <br />our friendship had only just begun, <br />yet we always seemed to have a blast. <br /> <br />I always felt it'd be you and me, <br />I felt our friendship would always be, <br />our trust grew quick and steady, <br />you felt just like family. <br /> <br />One dreadful day I trusted you, <br />the feeling of betrayel just hadn't been, <br />when it struck I had no clue, <br />the very next day you'de broken in. <br /> <br />Your action felt like molten stakes, <br />driving through my heart, <br />my soul experienced a thousand breaks, <br />I slowly started falling apart. <br /> <br />Now here I am, <br />don't want to know him, <br />yet he inspired me, <br />to write this poem.<br /><br />Peter Cloutier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friend-32/
