What do we call it?

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The wiseman said that,
friends loves at all times.
If you doubt this read in proverbs 17:17.
But what do we call friendship,
that is temporarily?

Like a burning candle,
Everything flows in stages.
We meet as strangers and interact.
Maybe we put on some masks,
Maybe we show ourselves with make up,
Or we go as we really are. whatever,
At the end of the day we become friends.

Later on we start to hang on,
Talk this and that, here and there.
We spend hours gossiping or advising,
We know each other or get used,
Until we fall for one another,
In time or too late.
We live everything smoothly but
As the saying goes every path has an end.

Then where the wicked senses,
The traits of self centered will,
The me before you come from?
That we start to believe that something
Is hidden behind smiles and not
Every truth is spoken?

How do we express our inner feelings
To the the sidekicks friends,
Those we entitled "advisors"?
Which misunderstanding that is beyond
Your fixing point that you need add ons?

We potray ourselves as saints,
And cry springs playing victim.
That we've been hurt and mistreated.
We shame those once we've praised.
We curses them we've blessed.
We show who we're trying to accuse others,
But where is that friendship said before?

Like everyone knows,
Every downfall starts with another rising,
As new people cross in our ways,
We get separated,
we don't break, but we repel.
Till the talk isn't that interesting,
Texts remain not responded,
Plots fail one after another,
Yet at someday you promised "forever".

This is why i wonder.
If you were in my shoes,
maybe you can wonder too.
why friends aren't for long time?
Or how people expect to stay for long,
Yet forget to be loyal and honest,
Yet Forget to be true and real,
Yet forget to give and give more
And still be called friends?

If them people love you,
They won't ever position themselves,
Where they can lose you.
But we rarely read this omen,
We keep playing with anchors,
While boats have sailed away.
Is that friendship real or
we mistaken for the name?

The wiseman said that,
friends loves at all times.
But what do we call friendship,
that is temporarily?
What do we entitle love that grows and fade,
What is that forever that can't last for three months?
What are we really suppose to call them?

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