“We”

We, who will never be lovers
We, who will never kiss
We, who will not make mistakes
We, who will never trust
We, who will never hold hands
We, who will never walk together in the park
We, who will never speak our desires
We, who will not look into our eyes
We, who will not be honest friends
We, who will always have something to hide
We, who will not be friends
We, who will never speak
We, who will be strangers to each other,
again.

It kills me to see you
smiling in the arms of love.

08-06-00

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