30 October 2012
"Friends?" she smiles
Biting her lip and twirling her hair,
I stand victim of trials,
Object for eyes to lock and stare,
My gift to you lies at my feet,
My heart lays shattered,
It's embrace you did not greet,
My love for you is battered,
And then it ends,
Those simple cutting words,
"let's just be friends".
What Not To Say • Opuss № I