Real Friends
I was talking to my friend.
Looking into his eyes.
Oh how I wish he was my boyfriend.
He didn't even know.
But I wanted to try.
So I cleared my throat.
Hey, friend, um...
I need to tell you something.
Even though it's dumb.
So I started to talk.
In full swing.
And he watched me like a hawk.
Oh, friend, I love you.
I know you don't love me.
But this love is true.
He said yes.
I knew it.
I also need to confess.
Friend, dear friend.
I love you too.
This is not pretend.
So then we were.
A couple dare I say.
Everything we shared.
But my friends all left.
Said: You've changed in a bad way.
We don't like it.
Soon even with him I was alone.
Couldn't take it anymore.
The real me was gone.
Then he said:
ths won't work out.
Could we just be friends?
I cried and i cried.
To me he had lied.
he was never really mine.
Then one by one.
My friends came along.
And I said: I'm sorry, I was wrong
Author notes
True Story. Yeah. Sad but True.
A contest entry
- Secret Love by piccola.
650 points, ended October 22, 2008, 11 entries
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I've read about this type of situation a good few times but I bet it's not easy to go through...It's great that you're friends came back though and that the boy still wanted to be friends. I hope you are still friends.
Good luck in the contest!
Ellie -
Good poem, I love the rhyming!!! Its great!!! Have a good day!
Magikal Fairy Poet
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