As I walk pass the corridor and see you standing,
Smiling at your phone, reading.
I silently utter a prayer for you to even raise,
That lovely head and give me a glance.
Yet, even I did pass you
None of the sweet gestures were done,
Which made me realized
You are just this love, an unrequited one.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
As I walk pass the corridor and see you standing,
Smiling at your phone, reading.
I silently utter a prayer for you to even raise,
That lovely head and give me a glance.
Yet, even I did pass you
None of the sweet gestures were done,
Which made me realized
You are just this love, an unrequited one.
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