to pretend you didn't see
to pretend everything was the same
to pretend my heart wasn't bleeding
it was sweet of you to act surprised
although you've known it for awhile
I think I protested to loudly
hiding behind laughter and smiles
it was sweet of you to stay
all these times that I've been blue
overlooking the obvious
that's just what good friends do
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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