When vengeance fills my being,
And I sit there wondering.
What did I ever do to deserve this?
Why can’t I be like her and live in bliss?
Then I think about one I love so dearly,
But he doesn’t know how I feel.
Should I tell him the way of my heart?
Should I have told him from the start?
Oh, the thought of love daunts me,
For the love I lost before.
Could I take this chance and see?
Could he feel the exact same way with me?
Friendship is worth everything,
A broken heart is apparently worth nothing.
Would he call me his angel from above?
Would he say I’m the one he’ll only love?
Should I tell him the way of my heart?
Could I take this chance and see?
Would he call me his angel from above?
For he is the only one who holds the key of love…
… to free me.
I wrote this, I felt this way after classes today. I sat there, and he walked right up to me. We never truly held a conversation, but he just hung around until his little sister came over. We said Hi and Bye, and maybe a few words in between.
I am too afraid of a broken heart, or maybe I am too afraid of destroying the friendship we have. But, I love him… but not in a passionate way. I don’t even know HOW I love him. I haven’t felt this way before.
I know that I am not forcing myself to love him because I am on the rebound… I know what the rebound feels like; I made that mistake once already.
~Shadow