He was my friend
He was just my friend
two souls that crashed in the universe of time
We were told to just be a fling
Not to be lovers
Not to feel the sting
The sting that only lovers can feel
Not to be smushed under his heel
I thought it was going to last
Not be put in the past so fast
And that’s what hurts the most is
not being able to be his friend –
like...
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