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[poet_for_life]

Across the room,
I can see it,
the tiny scrap of paper with your number,
The number I've dialed so many times,
That paper is useless,
Sitting on the table,
I know you number by heart,
Burned into my brain.

I want to pick up the phone,
Like I have so many times before,
To laugh with you for hours,
But I can't.

Something has changed,
Though I'm not sure what,
New feelings,
I want to tell you,
But I can't bring myself to do it.

I want to tell you,
Your the only one I think about,
The only one I have ever wanted before,
The only one I think I love,
But I can't.

Instead I'll just pretend,
That these feelings don't exist,
That they never did,
I don't want things to change,
I can't let them.

This is new but it doesn't really apply to now...don't ask.