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Dec 2010
Addicted to this feeling you give to me,
Oh how I wish there was a we.
Unable to spill the beans on how I feel,
Still large wounds need to heal.
Make the first move, I'll be yours,
Wishing that there was more.
Logic held back what was there,
Fear making eveything unfair.
Plain as day for all to see,
It was clear as mud for me.
I was left out of the loop,
Simply put I had been dooped.
Your witty comments, and silly jokes,
Were very far from being a hoax.
True blue you had been,
While I explained, "We're just friends."
Is it wrong to dream of love?
After all I am so young.
Written by
Emily Coon
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