His icy blue eyes fixed on me as his hands explored my waist
what I was doing wrong but how could I back out now that we were faced
His smile cracked that nerve in my head that told me to go through with it
So I did and I took him bit by bit.
He wasn't mine to kiss
he wasn't mine to hold
How could I do this?
Was my heart really that cold?
At the time it felt so good
irresistible like a new craving food
his kiss like sugar
his touch like silk
he wasn't mine he was hers
my best friends!
but now this is where our friendship ends.
I love her with all my heart
At the time he was there
it felt right
i wasn't at all right.
