You love me, but only as a friend.
While i wish i could just pretend.
Like a game of house, at the age of six,
Where we always together, no matter the mix.
But now its different...
To a point where i don't exists
In the land of romance,
Instead ive got my head stuck in the dance.
This constant game,
But here i can tell its just not the same,
Your smile penetrates my shield,
And then maybe i think we can build,
But then i see you with her,
And think, you'll never take a detour.
By: Kaity Morris
January 25, 2012.
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 4:06 PM UTC
You love me, but only as a friend.
While i wish i could just pretend.
Like a game of house, at the age of six,
Where we always together, no matter the mix.
But now its different...
To a point where i don't exists
In the land of romance,
Instead ive got my head stuck in the dance.
This constant game,
But here i can tell its just not the same,
Your smile penetrates my shield,
And then maybe i think we can build,
But then i see you with her,
And think, you'll never take a detour.
By: Kaity Morris
January 25, 2012.
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