Should I?

Should I just say it? Should I just tell? Her that she's another girl, for her I fell How would that go? Deep as well And I know it's wrong.. I should be in hell She's my favourite friend, or person ever And I don't want her to leave, not now, not ever And she promised a while back that she'd leave never But I guess promises don't last forever We're talking again. It's not a big deal I don't think she's fake, a best friend for real Should I ever tell her how I used to feel And wanted to be more than just a third wheel I'm scared I'll lose her again, that's why I won't But she could find out herself if I don't But now my feelings for her have disowned I should've never, I shouldn't be throned I'm still a best friend since I don't know when And I need to stop writing about her, put down the pen Because I've written endless poems about her, now more than ten But how can I stop when it's my favourite friend