This poem that im writing
Is aimed at a friend...

The choices I have
to live or die...

Controlling my feelings,
Controlling my pain...

If I could have one wish,
id wish upon a star...

Everything we had,
It felt so right...

I don’t know what to say
Or even where to start...

Why do you write poems about me?
Calling me a beautiful foe...

I cant take it,
Not no more...

Sometimes I think about,
What it would be like if we where still friends...

Ive never felt so warm,
When I met you that day...

Im sorry if I hurt you,
From all the things I said...

Im looking through the mirror,
stairing at these eyes...