Forbidden Bestowal Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

I wish I knew 'twas highly hard for you
To be my friend, I would've pursued perchance
The end, pretended I was passing through,
Instead of holding true a failed romance.
I must yet spill my heart before I go:
There have been times when I would linger still,
Presume that this is set to someday grow;
It did, apart, then smiles would silence kill.
Avoidance fades as I can't keep the guile,
And stay away for long, or sad, or mad;
And all the silence's music for a while:
To exile me in what could I have had.
Alas, the wasted times I tried to blend,
For you 'twas still so hard to be my friend!