I talked to my best friend <br />Told her I like this guy <br />She had nothing but good words to lend <br />She didn't even ask why. <br /> <br />The guy I like, I know his name <br />But never got a chance to talk <br />I guess for this I am to blame, <br />Around him, I'm nothing but a silent book. <br /> <br />How I wish I could say <br />What I really feel inside <br />Then maybe he could finally see <br />Everything all this time I've been trying to hide. <br /> <br />I was clueless, I was naive <br />Nothing but dreams of us together <br />Sad stories and lost love, I never believe <br />I only had my heart set on forever. <br /> <br />But fate is cruel <br />As it plays with the heart <br />Broken swords in a senseless duel <br />Is this why they call life an art? <br /> <br />A friend against a friend, <br />That's what we've become. <br />When fate decided our friendship has to end, <br />We became each other's hindrances to overcome. <br /> <br />Why does it have to be <br />The guy I like didn't fall for me <br />And of all the girls he could have loved <br />He fell for my bestfriend.<br /><br />Izobelle Pulgo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/best-friends-67/
