Friends of The Enemy

It’s not as though you couldn’t seeHow hard it was to lie.I knew you spun your webbed deceitAll false. You can’t deny!We once were close, like peas in podsAs best as friends could be.But now I’m just a passing nodA shadow you don’t see.I listened close to all you saidAnd stored it all away.I kept… 

It’s not as though you couldn’t see
How hard it was to lie.
I knew you spun your webbed deceit
All false. You can’t deny!

We once were close, like peas in pods
As best as friends could be.
But now I’m just a passing nod
A shadow you don’t see.

I listened close to all you said
And stored it all away.
I kept it for the storms ahead
For use another day!

It wait! Did you just text my phone
And try to get in touch?
Or was it just a pocket call?
I’m fretting far too much.

I guess those days of having fun
Have all but gone away.
So here I’ll sit and ramble on
And dream of nicer days.

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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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