'Untitled' - Poem by Irish Cueto
It’s been twenty years and I’m still alone
I’ve had many friends but I’m still a stone
Though I have feelings, I can’t make a tone
Like an ice cream melting on its own cone.
As time passed, I’ve found out who’re my true friends
And I’m hoping our friendship never ends
Our different characters surely blends
Eventhough we’re goin’ through lot of bends.
I fell and out of love many times
It hurts so bad, like a wound drenched in limes
You found the right one when your heartbeat rhymes
Your feelings are the same like playing mimes.
I loved and I was caught in the middle
Of love and friendship, I’m in the middle
The feelings I have was hard to bridle
Don’t know what to do, I start to fiddle.
I’ll cease this feeling, cause I start to fret
I chose my friend over the love I met
But my feelings is true, ‘til my last breath
I don’t want a friend to give me my death.
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