This searing pain in my heart.
Is so deep it tares me apart .
My child I see. stands accused.
Of transgressions of friendship abused.
A lie was told, not from her lips,
Caused divisions, that can't be fixed.
The hurt in her , I have discovered
are viewed by the eyes of a Mother.
Just want to hold her, and make it better.
A lie was told, an then another.
A rift in their lives,a gulf was caused,
Believed the worst , without pause.
Childhood friends from their births
Times of happiness ,an filled with mirth
From little girls to adults they grew.
But now the truth they can not construe
Lies are tools used by vicious one.
making warm hearts turn to stone.
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