Being friends is something I wouldn’t change.
Even though you have been out of my range.
We can’t be together and I know why,
but please don’t be sad because I cry.
I’d rather share you, than lose you for good.
We are all friends and I know that I should
not be jealous, but I can’t help to think.
“How come her? Me and you are so in sync! ”
If I told you this, it would make you sad.
So I keep my mouth shut and just be glad
you’re still in my life as much as you are!
This sad memory will just be a scar…
Written: 4/15/09 at 6: 35 pm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tears burn & the sting hurts...Good luck