Reflecting on the past, the writer endures love-sickness, rejection and happiness.
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Closing my eyes to sleep, I fear I will wake up to you dwelling on memories buried so deep, my heart has to see them through. Italy - when we grew so close lying side by side on the dock your hair tickling my nose you were the lost, I was your rock. Christmas - walking circles around school to spy on the one you had your eyes on, you were the love-sick one, so cool, and I was the one to depend on. Getting tutored - when you had to follow your parent's lead, I just wanted to hug, love, and protect you, but it seemed as if you didn't pay me any heed and worked hard to see your parent's wishes through. Prom - when in my arms you fell so ill, I went back to get our jackets and your purse, in the car I held you close and still, you were the sick, I was your nurse. Graduation - when we had to say good-bye, walking away from me you never looked back, I choked down the tears not to cry, you were the strong, I was the wreck. Now - haven't seen you for years, I walk down memory lane to the end, day after day waking up in tears, you are my love, but I'm just your friend. |