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  • Friendship

    Why

    You and me were the best of friends
    Now all that has come to an end
    I don't know the reason
    And can't tell you why

    Alone many nights
    I lay here and cry
    trying to understand,
    Understand the reason why

    I told you that I loved you
    You told me that you cared
    Maybe its al because,
    Because you were scared
    Scared to express your feelings,
    Scared of a broken heart
    But when I did'nt hear from you
    It tore my world apart
    I guess the things you said to me
    Were'nt even true
    Yet day after day,
    All I think about is you

    Alone many nights
    I lay here and cry
    Trying to understand,
    Understand the reason why

    Was it something I said
    Did I do something wrong
    I gave you every part of me
    And love you with all my heart
    Never would I imagine, our friendship torn apart
    I thought our friendship would last forever
    Til we were old and gray
    Could I have been so wrong
    Since you turned and walked away

    Alone many nights
    I lay here and cry
    Still trying to understand
    Understand the reason why

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    jojogirl87 commented on Why

    09-05-2009

    this poem really touched me and i loved it. but why would n e one leave such a pretty girl like you behind? well n e ways if you have the time come see me poems pls.

    HarverTomsson commented on Why

    07-07-2009

    He just wasn't that into you. Six inches, give or take, sufficed. You gave, he took. Some gifts should be reserved for commitments made, if only to protect the heart. But then again, admittedly I'm old school when it comes to rules for relationships. Better results on your next attempt. It will take more than hopes to get the job done.

    StandingBear commented on Why

    07-07-2009

    A great, well written work. Friendships, if only half of the potential friends we meet became real friends what would a person do ? Great write.

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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