My Friend Poem by Cynthia Yildirim

My Friend



My dear friend
I miss you
I love you, though
I’ll never tell you
I’m crazy and free
Love is this
Love is thee
He hurts me
He calls me things
You never abuse my name
You are ideal
You are elite, but you’re
Just a friend
Platonic, what a shame

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Cynthia Yildirim

Cynthia Yildirim

Florence, Alabama U.S.A
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