In the realm of friendship's delicate dance,
I find myself at a crossroads, in a trance.
For you, dear friend, were once his flame,
And I dare not play a part in that game.
In ninth grade, the question arose,
"Do you like him?" My heart froze.
The truth lingered on my lips, unspoken,
Fearful of the bonds that could be broken.
Thus, I embarked on a path unclear,
Becoming a playgirl, shedding a tear.
Talking to boys, but commitment astray,
Playing with feelings to keep the truth at bay.
A web of emotions, tangled and vast,
A journey of memories, present and past.
In this intricate tapestry of love and regret,
I weave my story, hoping to forget.
YOU ARE READING
"Whispers of the Heart: A Symphony of Mixed Emotions"
Poetrypoem of nonstop emotions that you are going to relate
