It’s been the longest month, Missing you. My heart seemed to grow, Fonder despite my distance from you.
Seeing you here again, Fills my body with ecstasy. But I have to play the role of the friend, As I don’t know if you’re ready for me.
And I wish that I could be someone else, Someone who has the courage to tell you. To tell you that the truth is, I think I might be falling in love with you.
But I can’t say it, Now’s not the time, You’re not ready for it, I wish that I could read your mind,
But please fool me a little more, Pretend I stand a chance like I thought before, Even if you’ll never want me that way, I’d be nice to think that you might some day.
just a poem about wanting someone who you realistically know will never like you back but still wanting them anyway