Just friends but I want more ❤️
I have loved you for the longest forever 💔
Just friends but I want more
Always the friend, a steady hand,
A quiet voice that understands.
A smiling face, a listening ear,
But never the one you hold so near.
I watch the moments slip and fall,
A shadow pressed against the wall.
Hearts entwine and drift away,
While I remain, the one who stays.
A secret kept, a silent sigh,
As love’s warm gaze goes passing by.
I cheer the joy, I hide the ache,
A steady heart that does not break.
No whispered words, no longing glance,
No fleeting brush, no true romance.
Just solid ground beneath your feet,
A friend you always go to meet.
And so I stand, a quiet soul,
A missing piece, an empty hole.
Forever near, forever kind,
But never crossing heart or mind.
Yet still I hope, yet still I dream,
That love may be more than it seems.
Just to hold and make love to you
Is all in this life, I want to do ❤️💔❤️
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (5)
Great poem, but friends may be the only way that other people see you.
Great piece baby. Thank you
Friends zone is the word sort of life we could ever imagine... It's hard work to even muster the courage to share our feelings, much less attach ourselves to another... Thanks for sharing
Being "friend zoned" hurts. I've often seen people ask if it can work, if it's worth it. I believe it can work, if both people are realistic. It can be awkward to be waiting, always hoping it will be your turn. At the same time, being friends has that person in your life. Explain your feelings, and if they're not reciprocated, at least you said it, and they're in your life.
That's so deep. Your poetries are good. I loved it. You don't need others validations or opinions for to be happy or write. You write what you wish or love for. People who needs it will find it. Haters gonna hate. It doesn't matter. Views, likes, comments doesn't create a value or worth for you or for your writing. You are beauty on your own. You are worth with or without anything. Love yourself. And thanks for this peom. It's so relatable 💗💗