Love Yesterday, Friends Today

Poem By teri bronte

The beginning was a love to be..a love we both wanted.
Love was yesterday.. and friends today.. if we can be.
It's a strain on us both.. trying to forget what we said in the beginning.
Love was yesterday, and friends are what we are today.
How do we do it.. how do we become just friends after the words of love.. it's so hard.. i can't do it with ease. It hurts.
Love was yesterday and good time's and we knew what we wanted from one another.
Friends today.. and i don't know what to talk about or how to look at you.. i'm lost.
It is hard to have loved yesterday and be friends today..
Please help me through this..i can't find my place.
After loving you yesterday..and trying to be your friend today.

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