#WritcoPoemPrompt107
A fortunate shot resulted in a goal,
As if it were a lucky rabbit's foot you possess,
People lose control,
A million or two more or less,

I had friends, but I wanted more.
Maybe I was selfish, maybe not.
Trying to find them,
I lost what I already had
Or
maybe they just weren't
what I hoped
I loved them,
We were bestfriends,
Or
maybe we were just pretending it.
Maybe everyone has known that,
but were scared to admit,
the fear to commit .

Even the rumors
were a bit of everything ,
even before the truth was spit,
and still, it got me
in this black pit!

The word "friends",
just lost it's meaning to me,
all that offends,
and the time we spend,
won't be forget,

but now I found the real ones!
And just like that,
like a magic
that strikes twice .

I lost the fake,
which i think ,
wasn't a mistake ,
but I found the real,

The ideal friends!

© ♡Seleste♡