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Contributed by one_l on Tuesday, 25th February 2003 @ 03:40:00 AM in AEST
Topic: SecretLove

What is it that I'm looking for?
Why am I so confused?
God has given me everything,
I shouldn't feel abused.

Why do I have these feelings?
How am I supposed to know?
Maybe I'm not listening,
How do I expect to grow?

Why do I keep on looking,
for something that's not there.
I put hope in something,
but he's completely unaware.

He goes about everyday,
just as I do mine.
The difference is, it's just not mutual,
All feelings come from my side.

I look forward to seeing him,
but for he the day is work.
My pulse quickens and I blush,
but he just sits there and he smirks.

I'm always reading more into
what was really there.
Gestures may not have happend,
just answers so why care.

I'm trying to avoid you,
but its harder in the end.
the anticipation is killer,
will a conversation begin?

Am I brave enough to speak to you?
Will you answer back?
What is it that I'm looking for?
Something -- in nothing -- feelings for me he lacks.

"So just move on," I tell myself.
"Hurry down the road"
"You have someone, don't forget!"
"He loves you more than you know"

But why do I think about this guy,
If I have more than I need?
I can't answer this question,
the pain is like a weed.

The longing grows deep inside,
with embarassment and anger.
I shared my secret with two friends,
not just some random stranger.

I really can't get mad at you,
you didn't lead me on.
Time heals all wounds,
the sooner, the better.. --- Gone.

Copyright © one_l ... [ 2003-02-25 03:40:00]
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Re: What? (User Rating: 1 )
by MoonlitAngel on Tuesday, 25th February 2003 @ 02:47:59 PM AEST
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Ooh... a little bit of bitterness here! Very effective end. Great write!

~ Moonlit Angel

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