Sierra Love


'Guy Friend'


I am always here for you
we remind each other untill our tounges bleed
untill we know its true
my shoulder is yours to cry on
ears always ready to listen
telling me everything
I can't help but love you back
its not in me to refuse you
I know when you think about me
I can read it upon your lips
it screams at me in your gaze
sometimes I give up and just feel the same
you tell me he is so lucky
you wish every girl could love like me
I look at you through confused eyes
are you saying that you love me?
but us two
we have a silent agreement you and I
because you know I love him so much
its not even worth it to try
I always used to fight it
but I finally think I understand
why everyone says it is impossible
to just have a 'guyfriend'

Submitted: Friday, January 09, 2009

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