My love to her is a roaring fire.
She's all I ever did or will desire.
Without her I am no more,
'Cause she's all I live for.
She's my red colored rose,
Yet I don't know why her I chose.
Guess that's the way the heart is,
That way of working is only his.
I hide behind a "hey" or a "hi,"
But the truth is that I'm just too shy.
The truth is that I'm just too scared
Of her reaction if she knew I cared.
Every day my feelings I fight,
Try to change them, make them right,
But they already long ago are,
They already went too far.
Sometimes I feel like a creep.
I feel I'm on a mountain that's too steep.
Sometimes at night I can't even sleep
Because of what's hidden down deep.
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 10:57 PM UTC
My love to her is a roaring fire.
She's all I ever did or will desire.
Without her I am no more,
'Cause she's all I live for.
She's my red colored rose,
Yet I don't know why her I chose.
Guess that's the way the heart is,
That way of working is only his.
I hide behind a "hey" or a "hi,"
But the truth is that I'm just too shy.
The truth is that I'm just too scared
Of her reaction if she knew I cared.
Every day my feelings I fight,
Try to change them, make them right,
But they already long ago are,
They already went too far.
Sometimes I feel like a creep.
I feel I'm on a mountain that's too steep.
Sometimes at night I can't even sleep
Because of what's hidden down deep.
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