How can you make your friends fight
How can you make them cry
How can you make them believe in you
and talk behind their back.
How can you do this to me
I trusted you my friend,
but not any more...
I just caught the title of this poem while scrolling down POEMHUNTER'S list of poems submitted over the past seven days. I was assessing the first stanza when suddenly the poem stopped three lines later. At first I thought there should be more quatrains like that first one that fleshed out the reason for your disappointment, but then I realized the abruptness is part of the message. You're severing ties - at least for now - with someone who wounded you, and they don't deserve even a second quatrain. It's sad but true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
not any more..very good decision..