intimate friends

by Antwan Fields - Aries

i don't call you my lover
to do so means bad luck
a feeling of despair 
a simple nip and tuck
a feeling that no one would accept 
that there would be no return
to what we once had
we throw caution to the winds
need beer and pills for this feeling that i spurn
nothing but intimate friends
nothing to realize, nothing to gain
nothing to understand 
by being out in the rain
no one cares
not one morning that i've stared into space
not a second goes by
that i don't realize
it was a dirty race
we're not so much lovers
as we are
intimate friends.

Birth sign: Aries
Date created: 2001-12-04 14:39:52
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:45:22
Poem ID: 66035

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