I've been here before I know how this story ends.. Thought I knew what was best but this is where the glory ends.. I like what we have but only so long I pretend.. Before feelings turn real then they get hurt.. Ill take what we have for all that its worth.. Met as two strangers more in common then most.. I pray and I plead but I keep losing hope.. Ill write it in rhyme composed as a poem.. These feelings must hide I can no longer show them.. Memories we have Ill cherish and hold them.. For now I can't deal and it isn't my place.. Ill pick you up when your down, and wipe those tears from your face.. I wanted to be special, not a mistake.. I promise it's real so far from the fake.. Maybe it's timing or never was in the cards.. But our time was special because it was ours..