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My Best Friend (Sorry it's long) He’s my best friend,

    

 

My Best Friend

(Sorry it's long)

He’s my best friend, ultimately

And if you her the way he talks of her
You’d cry
For he is the guy
Who we all dream for

I listen to him talk
The way it sounds
Makes me think
That he could be Shakespeare

But the way she thinks of him
Could be no more
She doesn’t know him
The way I do

She doesn’t sit there
While he pours his heart out
And every night
He would be Romeo

Willing to die for her heart
She doesn’t get it
How much he loves her
But I don’t think he realizes

Who else he could have
One that loves him
As much as he loves her
I sit there with jealousy
But I can’t tell him

Though he’s my every thing I want
What all girls dream for,
She doesn’t deserve him,
Not today, not next year

He still won’t know until his heart breaks
I’m very afraid the day she tells him,
He might literally die
Of a broken heart

I wish he could know
I wish he would see
How much he cares
To me

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softballlover123 1 decade ago
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yeah...
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soapthegoat 1 decade ago
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is it "why"?
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posted August 9, 2011 at 11:57am UTC tagged with poems

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