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So often people say they found their lover in their friend.
I just have to wonder if they’ve found a means to fit their end.
I thought I knew you for so long, but now I’ve come to see
That this man is a stranger, and you don’t remember me.
For the first time in my life I wanted someone I could keep-
To treasure me both heart and soul, to hold me in my sleep.
When I saw you I was overjoyed, my search at last concluded,
Who knew that I would come to find that I was just deluded?
Because as we grew together something still kept us apart,
I have your body and your mind, but I’ll never have your heart.
And I still wish that we could have that true love and forever,
But reality stole my happy ending, leaving me with never.
And if you asked, what would I say?
Would I dare to throw it all away?
Would yes be right? Or is it no?
But we never ask, so on we go.
And still I know that in the end, You’re not my lover but my friend.
This is the truth that I despise
When I suddenly realize:
We’re not in love.
By Skye S.C.
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