Next time

by ianblackpoet

I wonder what you think of me

That you let me in so close

All the while you knew my heart

And to my affections, you played host

So many times you gave me chance

To betray your fast earned trust

I held you close, looked in your eyes

and spoke of acts of lust

Still you knew my pure intentions

And that I’d put you first

My feelings for you mean the world

But I think they may be cursed

Even right there on your bed

I couldnt act on my desire

The question running through my head

To be a hero and a liar

Or remain your friend instead?