A Friend, He Is... Poem by Allysyn Bryant

From morning to night
We either talk or text
Never truly running out
Of anything to say
Sometimes I just want to part
When we hang up for the day
A friend he is
Only I wish to be his
This, I believe, he might know
My feelings are definitely up for show

At home, things aren’t quite
As they seem
Sometimes it’s all too difficult
To deal with, or understand
But then that’s life
And always when he calls
There’s my smile
As bright as the sun shines

To my friends, they think
Either I’m in love or insane
In Love? That I doubt, but just maybe.
Say I’m insane? I guess I could be
I suppose I should be
If I ever thought that I could be
Just possibly, in love with he
Though I know that’d be foolish of me

Confused I am, but worried I’m not
For which ever it may be
I know I’ll be as silent as I can be
Only Cuz I know, or at least somewhat sure
Even if I am, he loves another, that’s not me
In fact I’m sure that we’re very different indeed.

So here I sit as I write this
Dreaming of just one kiss
Isn’t it always what you want
That you can never truly have?
So a friend he is
Though I want more, friends I’ll take
And hope for my own sake
That someday, I’ll be able
To see him in a friend’s way.

August 9th,2008