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Poem - #16 | For the Sake of Love

The spring tree leaves symbolizing love.


I've covered miles not to watch you walk away
At the slightest sight of me approaching your side,
Or to remind you of how much we meant to each other in one moment,
And the next minute we had to set out, apart.
I don't understand why you think
It's a bad thing to call you my friend
What are you more ashamed of-
Being my friend or being called one?
I still believe there was magic in that world
Which we built for ourselves,
There was madness in the way we talked
About every fiction we wrapped ourselves with.
And I believed that we could have found each other
If we had stayed a little longer together.
But tell me,
After all these years happened to us,
What good did we learn
Other than doubting ourselves
Pulling down each other's confidence
For the sake of love?
I thought after this craze was over
We could have been friends atleast.
But then now that I look at the shame in your eyes
That I know that this can't be.
I hadn't hurt the love you'd sworn you loved,
l'd hurt the man who wore his pride over his heart
And some how I think it is okay
Not to know a man like that.


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