False Friends Forever

My fangs grow purple with perseverance

my heart cold with melancholy

I have tried and tried to be one with the crowd

and my glass slippers shrunk in the rain.

We were bosom buddies once

but I grew old and and grew quiet

I broke your vase and you lost my number

I am alone in the dark heaven outside your door

My Fangs grow brown and rust in exile

something gnaws at my lifeboat

Loneliness begets loneliness

and happiness however false, friends.