The line -------------------------------------------
When does friendship cross into love?
Somewhere far behind us by now.
And where is the boundary between love and romance?
Have we crossed that too? Or not yet?
Will we ever?
Maybe Iím standing right on the line.
I canít see how we fit together.
I canít see how we fit apart.
Iíve wondered for a long time.
Do we cross that line together, or separately?
And how will we know what to do
If we both end up on the other side?
defintely an issue i think we all have dealt with, so this piece has a universal appeal. I like the ideas you push of uncertainty. I would say maybe take these thoughts of "crossing-lines", confusion, and apssion and wrap them up into a more vivid metaphor. Pull out those images that really explicate the confusion and love.
i really enjoyed this write.
"And where is the boundary between love and romance?"
That bloody line will be the death of me...I'm glad soemone's written a poem about it (of course i'd have never thought to do so myself lol)
I like this because of the way you've written it, more a poetic discussion than anything. The multitude of questions only help to communicate the feelings of confusion we feel when unsure about our feelings (especially ones between 'friends')
Also one more thing (though I'm not sure because it might be how you spell it in America) but seperately is spelt with an E not an A