I know I once loved you.
When did I quit? I cannot say.
But I no longer like you
In that boy-girl way.
You still think we’re perfect.
That we were meant to be.
But I am not so sure
That you are meant for me.
I want to still be friends,
I’d like to be pals.
But everyone thinks
that you are my gal.
It’s fun to be with you,
I like to hang out.
But I don’t want to kiss you.
And I hate that puppy-dog pout.
So until you act like a pal,
And quit wanting more,
Then we can’t be friends,
We can’t talk anymore.
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Written December 18th, 2003
A contest entry
- Wandering poems by JadedWanderer.
300 points, ended January 28, 2004, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Hello, How is it going, I am glad you decided to enter my contest I liked you poem I wish you all the luck on winning as I am sure it will be a hard choice to make on my behalf. I just thought I might let you know that I am not judging my contest until the 29th of December 2003. I hope that you tell your friends on All poetry so that can enter and have a chance to win and people can read there lovely poems as well that are related to the topic. Okay well I better go lots of things to do now bye.
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I liked reading this it is interesting good work.
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