Two Different Moms of Friends
Unlike her, you welcomed me.
You didn’t tell your sons to flee.
Flee what? I still wonder.
She was dedicated to me going under.
Under is where they dragged him
And where his dreams became dim.
Dim the one true friendship he had.
At least when you saw me, you were glad.
Glad that I wasn’t fake,
And expressed all my heartbreak.
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I really like how the last words of each couplet lead into the next one.
Yes, I didn’t see that till Philip pointed it out. Last stanza was my favorite.