Friend
As I lie awake here in his bed once again
I ask myself , why is he just my “friend”
We share nights of pure ecstasy
Yet he pretends not to see
See how my love for him has grown
Yet I can not let it be known
I often watch him as he sleeps so peacefully
Yet he regards me ever so casually
Could I be addicted to his allure
Or do I really want more
These are the question that frequently cross my mind
The answer in which I may never find
For he only views me as his “friend“
So here lays another broken heart left to mend
I can not do this to myself once again
How could I have fallen for a man who is just my “friend”
by
Kornposted on 04/27/2008
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