WE MEET. WE HAVE FUN.
WE BECAME BEST FRIENDS
YOU BECAME MY HUSBAND BEST FRIEND.
YOU BECAME MY CHILD BEST FRIEND.
WE LAUGH, WE CRY TOGETHER.
HOW IT HAPPENS?...I DON'T KNOW
BUT I KNOW WE HATE THE PAIN IN OUR HEARTS.
ONLY OUR PILLOWS AT NIGHT KNOW HOW WE FEEL & HOW WE CRY.
WE MAKE THE BEST OF OUR FRIENDSHIP TO GO ON.
WE DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT NO MORE.
BUT WE CAN'T. IS PAINFUL.
MEMORIES ARISE IN OUR MINES. I CAN SEE IT THROUGH YOUR EYES.
OUR LITTLE ADVENTURES OF LOVE.
AT THE END OF THE DAY.
WENT THAT TIME ARRIVE OF LIVING EACH OTHER; WE CO-LAPSE IN TEARS.
YOUR HEART & MINE ARE BROKEN.
WHY WE DINT MEET BEFORE?
WHY NOW ? THAT WE CANT BE TOGETHER
HOW & WHY THAT I FELT IN LOVE FOR A WOMEN?
WOMEN THAT IS MY BEST FRIEND.
IS HORRIBLE THIS LOVE.
THIS PAIN IN MY CHEST I NEVER FELT BEFORE.
GO BACK TO A HOME WITH A MEN I DON'T LOVE
GO BACK HOME & I CANT HAVE NO EVEN SEX WITH THIS MEN. THAT IS MY HUSBAND.
IT FEEL DISCUS-TED. I HATED
I JUST WANT TO MAKE LOVE TO YOU.MY BEST FRIEND.
BUT WE CANT.
WE JUST HAVE TO LET IT GO.
I LIVE THIS LYE THAT WE DON'T KNOW HOW LONG IS GO-IN TO LAST.
A contest entry
- Exit Strategy by vampedvixen.
1200 points, ended November 27, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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Thank you so much for entering my contest. I haven't had time to reply to any of my responses until now. This is a decent poem, but I think it suffers from being written in all capital letters. Other than that though (and a few misspellings), this is a great poem that reaches in for the pain and pulls it out of you in poetry form.
