Saturday, 17 August 2019

Slap

I slapped someone today,
A dear old friend,
All he did was hide a thing or two
And we were supposed to clear the bend.
Forgiven I am not,
It's not the action but the thought,
Why oh why did my hand move?
What is this feeling so loose.
I am sorry my dearest friend,
You'll be the best till the end.

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