As I scrolled through my feed,
A quote caught my eye,
Filled with sorrow and need,
It pierced my heart, made me sigh.
I urged her to keep writing,
Her words were a work of art,
But she told me with no fighting,
Sad poems are her forte, her heart.
We talked of writing and reading,
No ulterior motives in sight,
But then came a sudden bleeding,
As I was told to stay within my limits tight.
I never meant to offend,
Or flirt with words so true,
But I was deemed a pervert in the end,
And lost a friend I hardly knew.
So I'll leave with my self-respect,
Knowing I meant no harm,
But melancholy fills my every aspect,
For a friend I never got to charm.
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