By Kimberly Andrews

The nights are long.
The days so sad.
Not knowing what we lost,
Not knowing what I had.

I think of you for hours.
Your lips I just can't kiss.
You're the one I want.
You're the one I'd miss.

Although we talk of friendship,
I always think of love.
Hoping we could have more,
Not just a friendly shove.

You tell me of your problems.
I listen with open ears.
I'd like to tell you mine,
But I'll always have fears.