This may not bo a poem..but i thought someone...
A lot of people say...

Love is a srong word,
most people keep who they love to themselves...

Dreaming about you,
I am filled with many emotions...

Out of all my friends i have ever had,
You are the one i am glad i have...

Laying here alone
Thoughts pass through my head...

She acknowledged that she would never see him...
All she had left were distant memories...

We will always remember,
Remember that Friday night...

Raindrops have formed,
Just waiting to burst out...

I am alone thinking,
Thinking about you...