Apr 24, 2004 16:08
My Secret
I'm still in love with you.
I lie to myself and say I'm not,
But that's it, it's just a lie.
I pretend that hearing your voice
Doesn't send shivers down my spine.
I pretend that seeing you
Doesn't cause my heart to beat just a little bit faster.
I pretend that the smell of you
Doesn't fill me up and make me love you even more.
I pretend that when I give you a "friendly" hug goodbye
That I don't want to stay there forever.
I try to disguise that it's you I'm thinking about
When I listen to that love song
Or watch that sappy love movie.
But I hate having to pretend.
I wish I could just run to you
And you would catch me up in your arms
And everything would be perfect.
But I know that can't and won't happen,
And that's worse then having to pretend
That the sound, sight, smell, and touch of you
Don't drive me crazy.
I wish I could tell you how much you still mean to me.
I wish I could just come right out
And say, "I'm in love with you"
But we both know that will never happen,
And that's the worst part of all.