It gets a little hard to picture your wedding
When I want to be the one at the altar
But all I'll ever be is the friend
All my efforts were for nothing
You don't like me. I should be okay with that.
But I'm not.
It gets a little hard to still picture us as friends
When I'll probably always feel this way
What if I spend the rest of my life loving the same person?
Yeah, I'd go to the wedding
But I'd probably drop dead
at the vows as I scream
Running towards the exit sign..
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Gradient: A poetry and writing anthology
Poetry"Isn't life gradient, though? It goes quickly from one colour to the next, with all the shades of grey in between." Text information: Created in the year of 2014-2015 Notice: This work is solely the intellectual property of the author. Reproducing...
