I  go to work
at 8 Am
wondering when
I'm going to see you again

a co-worker
a friend
all the same in the end
confused
like my feelings are being abused

these feelings so rare
that i actually care
to persue my feelings
i should not dare

locked in a daze
my eyes filled with glaze
although going about
with no doubt

at night I smile
with tears in my eyes
gotta keep this a secret
so i'm filled with big lies

is this right or wrong
this is taking to long
my feelings grow strong
i hope its not wrong