I used to have fantasies of love,
And how it's supposed to be...

Surrounded by my friends,
Yet I feel alone...

Love is something special,
something to hold onto for forever and a day...

I use to throw these words around,
Never really sure what they meant...

I always give you a hard time,
Or whine to someone about something that's wrong...

I want to tell you about my special friends,
They're always there with me until the end...

Whispers of doubt,
Images of uncaring...

It's funny how you can try to protect your heart...
But really it doesn't work, you still get hurt...

You've seem so strange lately,
Up and down...

* OK guys and girls, i know so far all of my poems...
a true friend is someone to rely on...

In my own little corner,
I wonder about that girl...

It took only few words for you to become part of...
So why would it take more for you to leave...