My friend

My friend

A Poem by VioletRose

My feelings for you are strong,
But I can tell you don't feel the same.
Why does love have to hurt?
You are just so cutie,
Weird,
Funny,
Nice,
And let alone cool.
We don't need this hurt in our life.
You are too perfect for me;
It hurts to say this because
You belong with her,
and you are just so perfect,
I have liked you too much;
But I do believe your worth it,
For now on lets just be friends and friends only.
I cry for you every night.
I can take it tho i am a big girl.
Your love is strong,
And powerful.
I have been told you like me,
but I don't believe it,
All I believe is,
You and her belong together.
I felt that you just loved her,
And you only needed me as a good friend.
Which I am!
I cried for hours last night while texting you.
I felt used but I know I wasn't.
I was your friend to start,
And I am going to finish being your friend,
And your friend only.
But I cry when I talk to you,
I cry when you talk of her,
I cry when I talk of her,
I wrote you a song.
I cry when I play it,
I am happy that you are happy.
If you are happy.
Today at school was hard not to cry.
All they were doing was talking about you,
And to you.
It was hard not to cry for you,
Your sister was crying,
Why couldn't I cry?
I am a friend I cry when I hear updates.
If you are happy with her I am happy for you.

© 2010 VioletRose


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He's not worth crying over, Missy. I know this because I know him, probably better than anyone, but that's only because of how well I know a person's mind. I know he was hurt, and I know his affections don't return themselves to you, but you don't need to be crying over him.
~Blessed Be~

Posted 14 Years Ago



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VioletRose
VioletRose

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