Just Friends

by Harshita Das aged 13

You came to me weeping for me to take you in my arms
I loved your smile, your snort, your eyes, your charms
We looked away, our eyes never open enough
Now to be just friends is more than just tough

Because you play the victim as you bat your eyes
I mourn and brood and sulk which confirms your lies
Perhaps you believe it, it helps you sleep at night
But I’m under no illusions; it’s not about who is right

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