I thought we were friends
obviously I was wrong...

I think about you
night and day...

What do you do
when you fall for your friend...

I thought it was over
when I said goodbye to you...

One million sorrys can’t correct my wrongs
Nor can one word I say...

As he walked through the door
My heart skipped a beat...

A heart is made of many peices
It's not entirely made of you...

I know that this is long, but it would be much...

I actually entered this poem into a competition...

This was one of the very early poems I wrote...

The white walls reflected the memories
the red walls reflected the pain...

We're good friends
and I love you more than life itself...