You're never going to be my friend.
Wanna know why?
Because friends don't talk like we do.
Friends don't flirt like we do.
Friends don't hold my hand like you do.
Friends don't kiss me like you do.
We can never be friends.
But I'll be your friend.
Because if I'm not your friend...
Someone else will take my place and love you...
There would be nothing I could do...
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The diary of a fiend
Poetry100+ poems that depict the intentions, dreams, and nightmares of a young writer and his battles to control his demons, vises, and life
