Thursday, April 7, 2011

Regretting Change (6/2010)

I am forced to pretend
That I'm just your friend,
Like my feelings don't matter:
They have come to an end.

But how can I do that
When you look at me that way?
It seems an impossible task,
To not think of you throughout the day.

You say things won't change,
But maybe I want them to.
I can't hide my feelings:
They exist only for you.

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