| The Truth | ||||
| He'll never know the truth Of how I really feel I don't know if he did If things would ever heal It's better that were friends There's no need to fight But without him by my side I cannot see the light He was my every joy The one who made me glad But I messed things up And joy has turned to sad If only he could see Would these things change Or are his emotions That far out of range I don't think I'll ever tell him The truth is better lost I don't want more pain Not by that cost So I write this poem And hide my feelings deep But I still do cry Myself, in bed, to sleep |
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