The only reason
I went out with you
was to do a friend a favor.
But we became good friends.
Everything was great
Until I heard
you were getting hung up.
Well, Baby, this scared me
so I ran-
Even dated one of your friends.
I missed having you around
and I told you so.
Oh good.
We're friends again,
but you want more.
No, I can't.
So you give up,
Thinking it was all
a silly, painful game.
But it wasn't,
and I still miss you.
YOU ARE READING
When Tomorrow Comes
RandomThis is a vary spiritual poem book made by Shirley White~ I do not own any of theses poems nor the amazing~ness of it. I'm just here to past it along~ so every one can see the true things about the 1969's.
