Plato

I trusted in this friend of mine

The coldness in each other warmed

The time was spent so meaningful

A bond platonic deeply formed

He told me of his broken heart

I gently said that time will heal

But sometimes life it leaves us scarred

And now I don’t know how I feel

For in my bed my trust betrayed

A line was crossed and I am hurt

He used me to amuse himself

I feel as if I am his dirt

For in his pain he cut my pride

And innocence and friendship died

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