Disguise

What say?

Were they

Friends with two faces

Or flatterers who left

Indelible traces;

Forlorn thoughts

Captivate my mind,

Wondering were those real memories that I left behind,

Memories were real,

Though friends proved to be

Just hypocrites fitted in true ideal

True friends, oh-so-called

As the fake picture hauled,

Sweetly the bitten soul of mine

Overpowered by their subtle shine,

Had no will of its own,

Realises on spilt milk she mourned

No point there was then

To fetch the bone,

They weren't marbles

But mere pieces of stone

True it is,

All glitters aren't gold,

The knot of friendship

Is too fragile to hold,

Let's be wise enough to know

There is always a thin line

Between

A Friend or a foe