Need to have some poems describing wronged confidants, the most subtle and euphemistic.

I've always known him, that is,

Doubt is never difficult.

I've been scared in recent days.

Like frost in July.

Where is the cold and where is the heart?

Looking back on what you and I mean,

Unwilling to alienate and leave.

If I am wrong, please point it out.

I'm impatient with the dull drums.

Not treacherous,

The compound friendship between you and me.

I hope my friend will go back to summer. ...