He sits there, with that half-cocked smile <br />And those piercing eyes. <br />He has no idea how gorgeous he is. <br /> <br />We are just friends. <br /> <br />He's telling me about his new girlfriend. <br />I pretend to be happy for him, <br />When all that I'm wishing is that I was her. <br /> <br />I can never tell him that, we are just friends. <br /> <br />Some lonely nights, I sit and wonder <br />What it would be like to be his girlfriend. <br />To feel his lips on mine <br />To feel our fingers intertwined <br />To feel the warmth of our bodies together <br /> <br />I can never tell him that. <br />It can never happen. <br />But it cant help to wonder.... <br /> <br />Right?<br /><br />Christine Ehlers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-friends-2/
