This love is so unfair,
It can leave you crying in despair.
Unrequited, Oh! What a wonderful sound,
Hearing it feels like getting bitten by a hound.
I wish to end my love for you,
But my heart won't stop beating every time I see you.
I really want to end this catastrophe,
That is taking place between you and me.
You made me feel like I am your hero,
You are also sweet to me like Juliet and Romeo.
But I doubt that you treat me more than just a friend,
Because you also treat them like that, I think this is the end.
I confessed to you that I love you,
But you just said “OK, Thank you”.
Your feelings are so obscure,
Even I cannot be so sure.
After my confession to you things didn't stayed the same,
I am too shy to even utter your name.
But to you it didn't made any difference,
I wish I had a book of your feelings for Reference.
Even until now I didn't hear your response,
“What am I to you?” I want to say even just once.
I felt this pain and realized it isn't right,
Through depth less chaos and sleepless nights.
These sufferings, these feelings, that are so surreal,
Now I understand the true meaning of this one-way ordeal.
I don't want this suffering, this stinging pain to last,
And now I am thinking “What will happen to us?”
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC
This love is so unfair,
It can leave you crying in despair.
Unrequited, Oh! What a wonderful sound,
Hearing it feels like getting bitten by a hound.
I wish to end my love for you,
But my heart won't stop beating every time I see you.
I really want to end this catastrophe,
That is taking place between you and me.
You made me feel like I am your hero,
You are also sweet to me like Juliet and Romeo.
But I doubt that you treat me more than just a friend,
Because you also treat them like that, I think this is the end.
I confessed to you that I love you,
But you just said “OK, Thank you”.
Your feelings are so obscure,
Even I cannot be so sure.
After my confession to you things didn't stayed the same,
I am too shy to even utter your name.
But to you it didn't made any difference,
I wish I had a book of your feelings for Reference.
Even until now I didn't hear your response,
“What am I to you?” I want to say even just once.
I felt this pain and realized it isn't right,
Through depth less chaos and sleepless nights.
These sufferings, these feelings, that are so surreal,
Now I understand the true meaning of this one-way ordeal.
I don't want this suffering, this stinging pain to last,
And now I am thinking “What will happen to us?”