Poetry: A Poem to my dearest friend
I wish I could find another way
To let you know what I feel
Something that I can not convey
Which I know for real.
At times I feel so sorry
When I see that you are weary
Although I know that you're not bad
Some other things still make me sad.
How long must I suffer
To make you believe and understand?
How long must I wait to discover
The real place where I stand?
For time is too short,
And both of us can no longer restore
I want to tell you that I love you
And I know it's not something knew.
© 2011 phoebe180