I love what we have,
It's like a new beginning.
Everything's new and fulfilling,
But I'm afraid it will all end sadly.
First, I fancied him, terribly.
I liked sitting beside him,
He laughs, I laugh.
I was young and foolish.
He liked me for the chance
Of being better at class.
Second, he was so charming,
And I fell for him,
he was a musician,
so I got my own guitar,
and asked him to teach me,
he said yes, but he never did.
His heart belonged to someone else.
Third, he was very intelligent,
He loved reading books and
he even gave me one of his.
I enjoyed his company, so
I wrote to him about what I feel,
But he never talked to me again.
Fourth, he was a great friend.
I just liked him so much.
We spend so much time together.
I was head over heels.
So I thought why not take a chance,
But he already knew how I feel.
He left and I never saw him again.
Now, I am just scared
About how our story will end.
I am afraid that this,
Is just a repetition of the past.
I'm terrified that you'll run,
when I tell you how honest I am.
I don't want to appear vulnerable,
I don't want you to take advantage.
But deep in my heart,
I willfully hope,
That you are different.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
I love what we have,
It's like a new beginning.
Everything's new and fulfilling,
But I'm afraid it will all end sadly.
First, I fancied him, terribly.
I liked sitting beside him,
He laughs, I laugh.
I was young and foolish.
He liked me for the chance
Of being better at class.
Second, he was so charming,
And I fell for him,
he was a musician,
so I got my own guitar,
and asked him to teach me,
he said yes, but he never did.
His heart belonged to someone else.
Third, he was very intelligent,
He loved reading books and
he even gave me one of his.
I enjoyed his company, so
I wrote to him about what I feel,
But he never talked to me again.
Fourth, he was a great friend.
I just liked him so much.
We spend so much time together.
I was head over heels.
So I thought why not take a chance,
But he already knew how I feel.
He left and I never saw him again.
Now, I am just scared
About how our story will end.
I am afraid that this,
Is just a repetition of the past.
I'm terrified that you'll run,
when I tell you how honest I am.
I don't want to appear vulnerable,
I don't want you to take advantage.
But deep in my heart,
I willfully hope,
That you are different.
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