I like you
can't you see that?
And you like me
I can see that
But what good is this if not for good?
What good is this if we just cannot?
I hear good friends don't always make good lovers
What are we good at?
Are we just friends?
Then why are you holding my hand?
Are we more than just friends?
I don't wanna let go of your hand.
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to think
All I know is I like you
And even with all this getting to know you
I reckon this will be short-lived
Just friends might be the way to go
But two stanzas ago tells me oh no
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PoetryPieces of a soul trying to navigate through life. What I find fascinating about poetry is that it is such an abstract art, and yet - each soul it collides with can relate to it, each soul it collides with can fit a piece of it into their life, all...
