My friend....My lover

by MischieviousMya   Nov 16, 2006


When i met you, we were five then
playing in the sandbox was our best friend

When i met you, we both turned ten,
we got into trouble, we needed discipline

When i met you, you told me your mom died,
so i held your hand tight and all night we cried

When i met you, i was at a loss for words
my mom talked to you about the bees and the birds

When i met you, we shared something true
more than a friendship, this we both knew

When i met you, my heart couldn't mend
I loved you so much, but i was only your friend.....

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  • 17 years ago

    by malina

    Love it