Becoming A Friend

Over the year, the season pass,
it seemed as though, it'll all just last,
weathered faces never seem to change,
until your life takes a violent change.
Through the wind and rain, on the hardest day,
I must confess, to you my pain.
I thought it out, and seen it through,
my life cant go on, pretending to you.
I know its hard, but i love you still
but in a way, thats not so real.
my love is like, that puppy you see,
joyful, happy, careless and free.
Days go by and its now a dog,
and the love you feel has just moved on.
its not that its gone or had to end,
but like my love it became a friend.