Should I say it?
I don't know.
You didn't say,
You didn't show.
I'm so lost
Someone tell me, please!
The truth is hiding,
I'm down on my knees.
Just give me an answer,
Any one will do.
I'd rather have a stupid answer
Than a vast and great view
Of what we could've been,
What we still could be.
But I still can't say,
What your feelings are towards me.
Letters and poems stack up in my room,
You say it in them,
But is your love so fickle?
That when we are together, then,
You are so platonic.
Chalk it up to your manners; maybe you're just shy?
All the nights I've lain awake,
Still there's no answer to why.
Is it that I'm not pretty?
I'd do anything for you.
I'd force myself into the image;
Your "perfect lover" view.
Scratch that.
I'll never be perfect.
But that's what I liked about you.
You had such character;
I knew it was too good to be true.
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Gah… I probably shouldn't even have written this… It's embarrassing now that I look back on it. It's a bit too real for me to be comfortable with.
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