Friends

December 15, 2007
By alax weekley, Columbus, OH

Being friends can hurt worse.
Hanging out all the time,
So many memories,
Of you not wanting to be mine.
So many times,
You chose her over me.
When I felt like saying I love you.
I got to shy.
Nights after being together I wanted to go home and cry.
Wishing you were mine.


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