What it is like to love... Part 1
The poems I wrote left emotions untouched,
My feelings lay hidden among my 'friendly' chats,
Only if I were to say what my heart wanted to,
We'd be closer than where we at.
But, what if, it causes dismay,
And I lose more than I have,
And that's why I better not say,
What lies within, this feeling, untamed.
Upon which, lies the misery,
Of having fallen for the one,
Whom I share my worries with,
My best friend is what I call her,
Now in want of a title that'll mean we're closer,
Oh, it'd mean so much more than what stands now,
We'd be there in each other's arms,
Even when miles apart.
