I once had a friend that
I know,
And he cared for me so.
All of sudden he let go,
I suppose to expect
that but I’m slow.
He gave me more than
adore,
But he never thought
that I know.
My feelings were there
although it not shows.
I only realize on the
day he decides to go.
How is it I can’t tell
him before?
How is it only now it’s
become too late?
I’m now aware that he’s
no longer mine,
And still hoping the ache
will ease in time.
Even though he’s leaving,
this isn’t goodbye.
Because he’s a friend
that I keep inside.
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