Trina

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  • Friendship
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  • Love

    Trina

    Friend

    Time grew closer between us

    We became closer

    I for a brief period of time called you

    Best friend

    Never a couple

    Never kissed

    You fell in love

    With the man of your dreams

    I’m truly happy for you

    Feel like I’ve lost you

    Miss our walks

    Our talks

    Feels like you’ve pushed me away

    So I keep my distance

    On the inside I’ve kept you the closest

    Over the years

    I’ve grown to trust you

    With my thoughts

    More than any other

    I really do wish you knew me better

    I just have that special place for you

    In my heart

    Not like a wife or sister

    Like another piece of myself

    I do Love you

    Not intimately

    I miss you friend

    But as a friend

    I must stand out of the way

    While you focus on your future

    Husband and happiness

    I will miss you

    Friend

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    lisaner commented on Trina

    08-24-2012

    TLC, this is lovely. It's poignant, true to life. Love between friends is special, yet so lopsided. As a friend, you step aside, while she persues her future. "I really do wish you knew me better." That says it all.
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    EyesOfRain commented on Trina

    08-24-2012

    This is one of the poems that is so easy for me to relate to. It's hard to maintain male relationships if your partner feels threatened by them. I have lost a dear friend this way. I had to either sacrifice the friendship to make my love happy, or sacrifice my future for my friend. It's such a tough and unfair situation on everyone. Sorry that this happened to you too. It's the most unfair to the good friend.
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    Wakeitha commented on Trina

    05-18-2012

    beautiful words and can see it hurt you but she will never forget you. She will cherrish it in her you will see. Your a true friend remember that.Kudo's...
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