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pia Oct 2014
Should I be happy 'cause we're friends
or should I cry 'cause that's all we're ever gonna be
I see you talking to people
I see you laughing with them
I see you liking their Facebook pictures
I see everything you do online
Even if I try to hide

When I see your picture
Anywhere
Like Facebook or Skype
My heart just breaks again
Because I know you can't be mine
So I'll never be complete

I see you hugging people
Telling them you love them
Messing around with them

They are you're friends

And once I thought I was one of -them...

Maybe I am
But I'm not as important
They're your favourites
But it seems like you're closer to -everyone
than you are me to me

Yes you say nice things
We've had good fun times
We've even laughed and messed -around...

But we're not like them
You see more in them
We'll barely even talk
And barely ever meet

But thanks for leading me on
I guess maybe it helped me then
You made me feel special
And like I mattered to you
You even had me thinking I was one-
Of them...

I know I'm not
I need to get over that fact
But listen when I say
I know it's not happening anytime -soon
I wish it were true
Because I can't help but wonder
Why can't we be like them?

It would be more than we are now
But I you know what I want
And I want to be yours
Not just some off cast of a friend
So I was in the type of mood to write about a certain someone... Fingers crossed he won't see this, although I highly doubt it.
VG E Bacungan Jun 2014
If I pursued thee...
Could have I become us?
The cheerful singing in the wind
past these barren ears with lies.

If back then, *I pursued thee...

Could have all the love songs be
about the love we shared?
I to you and you be mine.

If I pursued thee...
Could have this monotonous life,
be a duet of blissful melody
that is sung by a J and a V?

If I pursued thee...
Could all the perfect moments be,
the present I live in;
not just some  d  i  s t a  n  t  memory?

If I pursued thee...
Have I not let you flee,
would you be here with me?
This poem remaining a fragment of possibility?
A poem I wrote when I had my first "*******" crush slip off my hands... hahaha. Still I'm thankful she did.. I would have not met my Baby Y. <3
Forgotten Dreams May 2014
We could just be friends,
But that would be too easy.
For you to turn and run...
For you to go and leave me...

We could just be friends,
But then we'd have no excuse.
For the conversation that last for hours...
For feelings they induce...

We could just be friends,
But these feelings would last forever...
That moment when you get friend-zoned and you just don't understand why...

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