I happily babble and bounce and smile
as I tell you about my day.
You sit and stare at me, amused,
with that half smile upon your face.
'What?' I ask,
suddenly self conscious.
'You're just so darn cute, '
is your reply.
I blush and turn my head
and try to avoid your eyes.
So many times I've heard you say
similar such things.
And now this time I remember
all the misery it brings.
I know that you don't mean
anything by it in the end.
After all, all I am to you,
is just a tookable friend.
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