Just A Friend

Just A Friend short poem

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She cares for me too much,
Her love is difficult to comprehend.
But, when I ask her about it,
She says, I’m just a friend.

She comes with me whenever I call,
Though sometimes, she’ll pretend.
But, when I try to know her heart,
She says, I’m just a friend.

She shares all my sorrows,
She is always there, to defend.
But when I ask, why do you do this?
She always says, I’m just a friend.

Why don’t you tell her everything?
All my instincts condemn,
I just fear, lest she says it again,
I’m just a friend.

It brings me deep sorrow,
When you call me “just a friend”,
I don’t sleep overnight,
Just thinking, when it will end.

I’m too shy to say, too scared to ask,
On my fate, I just depend.
I’m waiting for the day, when you shall tell me,
you are my beloved, with you my life shall end.

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