She swayed a little,
As he held her strong.
She pushed him back,
But he never let go.
He drank her in,
Little by lot.
She pryed on his,
Everlasting love.
His friendship was,
All that she saw.
But for him it was,
Quite a lot more.
He loved her true,
Like a poet's tale.
But she refused,
To let him in.
He never quit,
She never stoped.
He loved her true,
While she played on.
None was at fault,
And no one quite right.
She lost a friend,
He lost his life.
This game was over,
And they never met.
The friend and the lover,
A match never meant.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC
She swayed a little,
As he held her strong.
She pushed him back,
But he never let go.
He drank her in,
Little by lot.
She pryed on his,
Everlasting love.
His friendship was,
All that she saw.
But for him it was,
Quite a lot more.
He loved her true,
Like a poet's tale.
But she refused,
To let him in.
He never quit,
She never stoped.
He loved her true,
While she played on.
None was at fault,
And no one quite right.
She lost a friend,
He lost his life.
This game was over,
And they never met.
The friend and the lover,
A match never meant.