Her Feelings Poem by Joezel Jayme

Since I exist in this world
i never felt love to someone
like your friends...
I never felt that i am important to them...

Her I am again..
Sitting in the middle of this room..
With the four edges of this room..
When I can find my friend that will never leave
me even though
he/she is busy...

When i can feel that I am important to him/her?

Or should I say...

I can still find a person that will let
me feel that I am important to his/her life?