I Know.

There is never such a thing as love at first sight, I know.

But this feeling I have for you is not what I call love.

You're someone I imagine spending sunsets with

You're the kind I fantasize about, with your arms

Draping lovingly around my shoulders.

Your beautiful eyes are so unexpressive,

But I wish one day it would reflect some thoughts of me.

But I'm only counting on that like the day

When the birds forget to sing, and the people forget

What it's like to love.

You only look at me as a friend, no more than that, I know.

But why do I catch myself feeling

A nagging, wanting pulse?

I only want to be closer to you,

I only want to be your good friend.

Maybe writing this is such a futile attempt

To ever ease my thoughts about you

For I know, I hope not, you can never be mine.

I know, I hope not, you'll never look at me the way

I look at you.

Why do people have to be placed in certain distances,

Away from the people they want to be with?

Why does only one person have to feel the hurt,

And never know if the other person cares or is even worth it?

Why do I have to come to a conclusion

That I'm not even in love with you,

Yet still hanging on so tight?

Why do I have to spend endless days and nights doing nothing,

But feeling desolately empty,

And never know what YOU are feeling,

Except you're never really thinking of me.

Can you tell me why?

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Kabkho

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