I've always seen you.
Standing in the hallways,
Talking with your friends.
And I wanted the moment to stay.
I've always liked you,
Your hair and face and smile,
The way you are,
The way you live and love all the while.
I'll never be able to admit it,
It's too much to bear,
I'm afraid that if I confess,
All my love will go somewhere.
So I'm content with watching,
A quiet background figure,
And maybe, just maybe,
You'll see me over there.
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC
I've always seen you.
Standing in the hallways,
Talking with your friends.
And I wanted the moment to stay.
I've always liked you,
Your hair and face and smile,
The way you are,
The way you live and love all the while.
I'll never be able to admit it,
It's too much to bear,
I'm afraid that if I confess,
All my love will go somewhere.
So I'm content with watching,
A quiet background figure,
And maybe, just maybe,
You'll see me over there.
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