The Garden

Cassandra Primo

Love was conveyed Smiles were displayed Memories were made By friends that I prayed Like a bag full of chips That are shaped like an ellipse Some are sweet to our lips Some just makes a move to our hips Whatever happened and may happen I will not forget them, and through a pen All their names will be written And be buried inside my garden But let me warn you my dear reader One of my friends is a deft deceiver I, myself was fooled by this storymaker That presents herself as the victim but is actually the gainer But still, whatever happened and may happen I will not forget them, and through a pen All their names will be written And be buried inside my garden

2020-05-22 03:11:37

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Valour And Faith

Nice poem 👌👌

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