she is a girl
she is still my friend
unlike those boys
truly harse, truly tough guys
she is soft, always
softer than butter
ill fated words
never! never she utters
i like every thing about her
her face
her voice
her breath
her laughter!
when she smiles
for a while
the movements of her lips
as though in cold breeze flower petals
flips
wherever i go she is always there
my dreams she loves
my tears she cares
she is first to say me everyday hi!
and definetely last to say good bye.
when everyone hates, she loves
when they betray, sshe holds
everyone ask, she serves
an expression of thanks, she never upholds
sometimes in solitude i ask from myself
why he world looks so heartening and charming
when close to me is my darling
why feel to share everything with her
nothing to conceal, even in breath she is there
why i expect so much from her,
have i lost everything or gained even more
we are friends
since we were adolescents
but now we are sixteens
fully grown half moulded teens
we don't share the same feeling they say
above childhood friendship we have come today
feeling of heartening emotions have sprouted in our way
we can't carry on 're friendship
for long in this way
from whom i want to concieve
why i am not ought to believe
she is a girl
but she isn't my friend any more
she is
she is
my girlfriend
Amit Ranjan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/girl-friend/
