I never knew were there.
Sunk into poems,
that stated my love unfair.
Three years gone and last night I lay,
with only you on my mind, and the same goes for today.
With words of finger signs,
and kisses so teased.
My best friend, you, it's too hard to believe.
Once we were so close,
and now I make a toast.
To us and how awkward it is,
to even speak at most.
And to think we were best friends.
And to hope what was will come back again.
I'm a fool to believe.
Keep in touch.
As I tell your memory to leave.
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