Rachel Henley (1st October 1994 / Wales)
Oh the interference of enemies with friendly masks!
It makes me laugh,
but oh, how it can make me cry.
Happiness is the rift between best of friends.
If I can't be loved,
then neither can you,
friends, what a mockery of the word,
for this is what friends do.
Friends never love a friend with a lover.
That is why no two people,
are ever 'good' for each other.
in the ruins of us all.
Rachel Henley's Other Poems
- A Cynics View Of Friendships
- A Sailors Love
- A Violent Flourish Of Love
- All My Woe
- Are We Not Dripping In Gold?
- Arguments And Affection
- Atheist, maybe?
- Basking In Solitude
- Bitter Desire For Love
- Build On What Cannot Be Destroyed
- Burnt Out Ashes
- Cardiff Skies.
- Cobweb Collector
- Companion Confession
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