A Jealous Friend

I thought you were always my loving friend.

Our bond flourished throughout a dancing art,

You were someone who I can comprehend;

A friend who cared with all of her warm heart.

Sadly, what was found is now lost in pride.

You thought dancing was a contesting game.

Your ascent of jealous fear made you snide.

Maybe you desired a hint of fame.

As we performed, your curt smile killed me.

Your denouncement of my true expression

Defiled my dreams of  a pure destiny.

Now, I break this tie with a confession,

            You scorn my nice heart with a dueling song,

            I remain sound to my friend who was wrong.