An invited guest,
cladded in a transparent cloak,
trying so hard,
but to no avail.
Some proclaimed they care,
ironically,
not even a speech face to face,
was the situation
one was getting.
How hurting are those words,
to be left out all alone,
i learnt a lesson from this,
"to go only when you are invited."
How sour this friendship had turned to?
since that day you confessed.
i rather turn the clock around
to have a sweet friendship again.
Friendship always ends in love,
love doesn't ends in friendship.
i didn't believe this quotation,
until the day,
your actions proved me wrong.
How was that feeling?
of being a seat apart?
how was that feeling?
of living in a world of solitary.
It hurts,
it really really hurts,
hurts to the extend
of my heart bearing the excrutiating pain.
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