Literature
just a friend?
I try to move on,
but it seems like I can't.
It seems I'm just a pawn,
whenever you need to rant.
I'm just a medican,
kept behind your mirrior.
With a dosage that says take ten,
whenever you feel a tear.
I'm always "just the friend"
that seems like a brother.
But when will that all end,
when will i find my significant other?
Alot of people say,
I'm like the brother they never had.
Yet I still wait for that day,
and will till i go mad!
Perhaps I'll get my happy end,
the one that seems like it's ment to be.
Someday, someone will take my heart and mend,
and perhaps they will have the key.
Or perhaps that time,
shall never co