Kayla

As the days grow longer,
Our friendship grows stronger.
 
It blossoms into so much more,
I can’t wait to see what’s in store.
 
We go together like Apples and Cinnamon.
We try to hide this love like some sort of sin.
 
If it really is love, why do we fight?
It’s our relationships. It’s just not right.
 
Is this a toxin running through our veins,
Or is this love, taking us by the reins?
 
Do you believe in that thing called fate?
In my mind, us together would be great.
 
I’m tired of hiding from our feelings, though,
But no matter what, we can’t let them show.
 
It’d be nice if I didn’t suck at writing happily,
Because this poem ended up as a tragedy,
 
But I said I’d do it, I hate my impulsiveness.
Anyway, this is your present. Merry Christmas.