Friendzone poemHow can a man go about his deeds,When all he can think you 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 friendsUntil the end.
Sta.sh
