Friendzone poem

How can a man go about his deeds,
When all he can think of is you,
A love which has grown like a plant from seed,
Humbled by the thought of whether you feel it too.

Your smile and eyes haunt him,
But not in scare, it is in absence.
A love that cannot be due to hindrance,
A burden for him that feels like a sin.

Made to live a lie,
An end which is not neigh,
To be friends
Until the end.