I love you.
Except , I can't tell you.
I want you.
Except, I won't admit it.
I love the way friends states they know.
But, how can they?
When I hadn't even spoked.
It's in my eyes.
It's in my voice.
Least to them.
When I speak concerning you.
Where the evidence?
Exactly, where's the proof?
To me.
It's totally news.
In my dreams.
You are there.
In my minds.
Thoughts of you appears.
I guess.
It's a self denial I'm going through.
Afraid to admit, my love for you.
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 9:13 PM UTC
I love you.
Except , I can't tell you.
I want you.
Except, I won't admit it.
I love the way friends states they know.
But, how can they?
When I hadn't even spoked.
It's in my eyes.
It's in my voice.
Least to them.
When I speak concerning you.
Where the evidence?
Exactly, where's the proof?
To me.
It's totally news.
In my dreams.
You are there.
In my minds.
Thoughts of you appears.
I guess.
It's a self denial I'm going through.
Afraid to admit, my love for you.
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