295. Dagger Into Back

There are to whom some you call friend,

And some to whom you call enemy,

But when they become

One in the same,

Such pain your heart has never known.

So senseless it is

To thrust dagger into back

Of a companion of so many years,

And all for a girl you care not of,

Dear friend, when you awake in morn,

When same girl, I would have cherished

For eternity on and on......