Is it wrong, to be my friend?

Is it wrong, to be your friend?
When I said we should be friends, did you find that wrong?
Don’t you think that love, premature,
Can crumble feelings, true?

Dear friend, I’m still a kid, there is a child inside me,
The one that is immature, and is not understanding,
I do not know what love is, or where it comes from,
I do not know how to behave, the chords of life do not strum.

So, what you feel in teenage, is it passing, and irrelevant?
I do not know, my brain is dysfunctional, as it is spent,
It does not know what delusion is and what is myth,
It does not know what feelings to bury, in its imaginary crypt.

I do not know, friend, how to define this,
I do not know, how to be me,
I do not know, what I should do,
How to behave, how to learn, I have no clue!

I’m young still, I have a lot to learn,
I have to toil, respect, to earn,
My logic, I simply cannot abandon,
What this is, I just cannot discern.

I don’t know what I felt for you, I cannot explain,
But all I knew is that for you, I cared,
Let me assume that you were my best friend,
And my best friend, you will stay.

I don’t want to call this love, that would be painful,
Because I don’t know what that is, I don’t know if I’m too young to feel,
I don’t want to hurt anyone, I don’t want to be bad,
I want to be a good citizen, a good daughter.

I want to be a good daughter,
I want to make my parents proud,
I don’t want to cross lines, I don’t want to trip,
But I don’t want to hurt you, either, you are special to me.

So, there is a solution, my logic sees a way,
Why can’t be just be friends, is that impossible?
As best friends, we can share so much and understand,
Laugh, joke and reprimand.

Why does it have to be called love, when you are just nineteen,
An impulsive teenager, I have been,
And although I always speak from the heart, I want you to know,
That you are my best friend, nothing ends tomorrow.

Yes, as best friends, so much can be achieved,
As best friends, we can put it behind, there is nothing to grieve,
Everyone is happy, everyone is pleased,
If the best of friends, we could be.

As best friend, I can stay by your side,
And be the silver lining to your dark clouds,
I can be the best, I can be your shoulder,
Whenever you need me, I can be there.

Being a good friend, does never mean,
That I’m going away, that I will leave,
An effortless relationship, this should be,
So that we may remember it when we are old and laugh it off.

I’m sorry if your hurt, I really truly am!!!
There is so much more, to understand,
I’m young still, I do not know,
What is right, which way to go…

But this much, the elders have told me,
That what you experience in teenage is passing,
Don’t rely, don’t trust it,
So I’m simply listening.

Oh, no, I don’t want you to go away,
Because best friends, we will be, I said,
I said that not to hurt you, but because,
I don’t know how to behave, so I trust my parents.

Isn’t this an easier way?
Isn’t this the choice where there is no pain?
Isn’t this a way to belong in each other?
Through every spring and summer?

To be good, do good, and be happy,
To laugh it off, and never be weepy,
To know no pain, to be numb,
To forget that horrible, empty sensation…

So be my friend, hold my hand,
Please don’t go away, here I stand,
Beseeching your hand, to hold mine,
So as friends, together, we may walk, on my beach sand…..

2:25 pm, 9th January, 2010.