Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
If I were to tell you, my darling friend,
That I think that I'm falling for you,
Would you feel I'd been lying? Would our friendship end?
What would you say; what would you do?
Well, I know well I shouldn't, I know in my place
I must only be strictly platonic
But it feels like a romance, and though we've been chaste
I would drink you right down like a tonic
But I don't think I dare, just because I do care
For you as a good friend, don't you see,
And if I lost your goodwill and drove you from here
I would lose not just you; also, me.
Yes, there's too much to risk, so I'd better fly right
And preserve the good thing we've got on;
As the Ink Spots once sang, if you guess it tonight,
I'll confess and we'll see a new dawn.
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Comments (3 so far!)
Average reader rating 5.00/5
This was a singularly lovely piece. I'm disappointed that I didn't see it until now.
- #1178 Posted 3 years ago
- 5 out of 5
Thank you very much, HSAR!
- #1207 Posted 3 years ago
This is a great piece!
- #1899 Posted 2 years ago
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