She was neither the prettiest
Nor was she the wittiest
But heed your heart
When such a person starts
To stir your friendship
For they may posses that special bond of kinship
Yet alwaysbe wary and afraid
Of loseing that friend to love dismayed
Although your heart may be sure
For such a heartache there is no cure
The pain you will feel after such a year
Will bring you to shed many a tear
Time will pass but this love will never die
No matter how hard you try
Just seeing that person will get you high
Then saying goodbye will make you want to cry
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 7:29 PM UTC
She was neither the prettiest
Nor was she the wittiest
But heed your heart
When such a person starts
To stir your friendship
For they may posses that special bond of kinship
Yet alwaysbe wary and afraid
Of loseing that friend to love dismayed
Although your heart may be sure
For such a heartache there is no cure
The pain you will feel after such a year
Will bring you to shed many a tear
Time will pass but this love will never die
No matter how hard you try
Just seeing that person will get you high
Then saying goodbye will make you want to cry
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