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A Lover, But Not A Friend.
Dedicated to Maria just because you are my mirror image. <3
Why do his words mean nothing; when
In her ears they mean the world.
They turn lust into passion;
To feel is to remember.
And so she believes with her love-sick eyes,
But she says nothing, her emotions build inside.
They cannot build forever.
He steers off the perfect path that she painted
Her dream is ruined, who knew
Her heartbreak is hers, and only her own.
Wanting what will never be.
Yet still, they enjoy the chase, the rush, the race
The finish line is near, already they are tired.
'tis a sport, perhaps, but more, a game.
What is forgotten is that she is merely a girl.
The only happiness for her is to love
and to be loved in return.
Her day will come,
but when we shall not know.
Your hopeless Romantic,
Anna