Friends with Questions

Posted on December 9, 2015

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An act,

impulsive and carefree.

No regrets,

or so it seems.

She appears content,

so do I.

But questions arise,

Why?

And who else?

Thoughts filled with lies.

I won’t know,

I won’t ask.

Biting my tongue,

no simple task.

We’re just friends,

be damned my questions.

 

 

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