our friendship was designed with nine lives <br />you have ruined eight and a half so far <br />you keep torturing me with needles and knives <br />but I’m not going to wear a single scar <br /> <br />cause you have never known what I feel <br />i decided to trade a betrayer for a friend <br />sure I thought that was a hell of deal <br />but all my friends are betrayers in the end <br /> <br />this is where it started, this is where it ends <br />are we really condemned to be just friends? <br />flames to dust, and lovers to friends <br />are you sure that this is how it ends?<br /><br />Robert Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/midnight-sun-3/
