Why am I the so called friend
Why am I the last one standing
Why do people say
this and that then
leave me with my lonesome self

Like you said,
I will stand on my own
Alone, no doubt
Does anyone care
I see no heads turned

Believe me when I say
I loved you
and believe me when I say
I will never stop loving you

The heart is a lonely place
but only me, myself would know
for you are to busy
prancing around with your Beloved
What about mine?

04/10/2003

Author's Note: this is the third poem i wrote on 12/31/1996 - as a freshman in high school

Posted on 04/11/2003
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