True Friendship

After three lies,

Theres no use keeping track;

Though I do,

I write about it daily,

And keep my journal hidden away,

Underneath her knifes,

Tucked away from my sight,

That way I won't feel sick,

Everytime I look her in the eye,

And say another lie.

I really do love her,

And we are the best of friends-

But sometimes,

I wish that,

Our friendship