From morning to night <br />We either talk or text <br />Never truly running out <br />Of anything to say <br />Sometimes I just want to part <br />When we hang up for the day <br />A friend he is <br />Only I wish to be his <br />This, I believe, he might know <br />My feelings are definitely up for show <br /> <br />At home, things aren’t quite <br />As they seem <br />Sometimes it’s all too difficult <br />To deal with, or understand <br />But then that’s life <br />And always when he calls <br />There’s my smile <br />As bright as the sun shines <br /> <br />To my friends, they think <br />Either I’m in love or insane <br />In Love? That I doubt, but just maybe. <br />Say I’m insane? I guess I could be <br />I suppose I should be <br />If I ever thought that I could be <br />Just possibly, in love with he <br />Though I know that’d be foolish of me <br /> <br />Confused I am, but worried I’m not <br />For which ever it may be <br />I know I’ll be as silent as I can be <br />Only Cuz I know, or at least somewhat sure <br />Even if I am, he loves another, that’s not me <br />In fact I’m sure that we’re very different indeed. <br /> <br />So here I sit as I write this <br />Dreaming of just one kiss <br />Isn’t it always what you want <br />That you can never truly have? <br />So a friend he is <br />Though I want more, friends I’ll take <br />And hope for my own sake <br />That someday, I’ll be able <br />To see him in a friend’s way. <br /> <br />August 9th,2008<br /><br />Allysyn Bryant<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-friend-he-is/
