THE ENEMY I CALLED FRIEND

He ate with me,

From the same pot

He didn’t blink,

When asked to betray me

He didn’t think twice,

With the sword in his hand

cut me a thousand times,

I cry till I die

Oh afar gone,

The sweet old days

If only I could go back to time,

I will trade you, for a scorpion

For I know the are meant to strike,

But you I call friend; seems to be toothless

The enemy I call friend,

A word that pierce my heart like a sword

A word that keeps haunting me,

Even in my beautiful dream

A mistake I will forever regret,

But what will I do, if not to learn from it.

THE ENEMY I CALLED FRIEND.