My Best Friend

My best friend (at the time)
Could be rather cold.
But had a hot temper
Spitting fire.

No conscience
Nor scruples
And if required
Would efficiently have killed me.

Celebrated in Victory
Consoling in defeat

How long till our friendship
Is considered obsolete ?



Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2015-11-30 at 01:01

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Sounds like a hard best friend to have. I suppose we have all had one like that at some time.
2015-12-06