can't be friends

my mind is in a mind maze spiraling out of control,
that I can't love you know more the way I use to
and you can't love me the way you use too

the mind and sex games was a three dimensional bomb fest
of pure fireworks of the bomb.com love affair
of what could of been, in my minds eye

 as I look at you from across the room
and our eyes meet at that same point in time
as my eyes fill with a mist of tears

as you hold your wife hand of many years
as you spin her around, with such love and compassion as to symbolize
the love and foundation of the circular never ending foundation of your ring of
of unwavering matrimonial love

always wishing and hoping you would love me that way
all the illusions in my mind of events that should of took place
was yet again only mine, adventures of what it would be like if i was more then a friend
your lover your wife

for now I sit all alone in my solitary fortress of never being able to accept only being your friend
as i put a smile on my face wanting to tell you how much i love you
as I concede in silence as a bid you your space

As you celebrate your love with my dignity in place

can't be friends

by Helen Burnett-Davis
all poems written and recited are my
own personal work, and i own all rights
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