When you first met someone you have a might notice things others don't. You might even talk about certain things together that only you both know. This is what I noticed about her.
The everyday lie that I tell people is that am OK though deep down I know am at war with my mind and heart, the on battle I know that will never end except if I .............
A short poem for a friend I miss dearly. We were torn apart by distance, bad timing, my saying hurtful things, and them lying and using me. Bad times all around.