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this poem is by my friend. |
| I stare at your picture, Late at night, Wishing you could be near me, Wanting you to be here. But ever since that night, That we went from together to not, I cant help but think, Where did I go wrong? Was it me? I dont want just half of you, Which is why I dont want to be friends, It hurts me to say, That I want you to be happy, Even if your not with me. I'll always be there for you, Whenever you need a hand to hold, A shoulder to cry on, Or a pair of lips to kiss. But it hurts to say, I cant be just friends. |