We've talked so many times.
About the bad things.
And made our own good times.
She's always been there for me.
From night one. And two years later
she still hasn't given up on me.
She's just as screwed up as me.
But yet as like I do.
She still finds the courage to move on.
She's a great friend.
Makes me wonder.
What she'd be if more than a friend?
The softness to her eyes tells me.
That she's got everything to give.
But no beliefe that she can.
She believes in no love.
No true happiness.
I'm just trying to make her see.
That there are people out there.
Who still care.
I know if I looked in those eyes face to face.
I'd fall and melt right then and there.
She tries to tell me. That she destroy's
everybody. But she still hasn't gotten to me.
I still stand strong beside her not behind her.
To feel her skin would be simply amazing.
But more than likely I'll never have that chance.
So, if I don't I need her to know.
You are a friend me.
But I'll always wonder if we could be more.
Then I shut my eyes and drift to sleep.
Dreaming of her again tonight.
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Written November 9th, 2006
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Wonderful
That's really beautiful, Nathan. It makes me smile to know that you think of me that way. I can't say that the thought hasn't crossed my mind before, as well. In the end, location and timing have never been on our side. Just the same, I do hope to meet you some day, just to give you a big hug and thank you in person for always being such a wonderful person to me. Thanks for the poem.
Yours shouldn't be too long in coming now that I'm almost caught up on these damn papers. 
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very good
It's a very nice poem. Tormenting ast tyhe same time, but not in a melodramatic. You keep a fine balance. -
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blackhearted~
Ahh...this is one of them I love my friend...but couldn't tell her...Dont want to lose the friendship...I can relate...Keep on writing and I hope to see some more by you again.
~!~Manda~!~
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