Poem o truth

Sara Grace

26 Oct, 2011 02:24 PM 
My heart flutters at the touch,
A secret well kept.

As time passes It will soon be known.
For all know of my love for him.
 
But what is one to do when
Your best friend loves him too?
 
One stands by of course to 
Let him be happy.
 
The fluttering slows 
and the tears race.
 
Can he not tell I see him
Before I lay my head each night?
 
Does he not know of my feelings for him?
 
But of course he does, 
For I have told him.
 
But what does one do
When another cares not?
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