How could he have thought I was so naive to have believed him all this time?
I knew he was not sincere whenever he would give me a new line.
How could he have been so wrong?
Not to notice what was in front of him all along.
There is a fine line I will not let my emotions cross because I do not want to be played,
Looking back now I realize that our relationship as friends is how we should have remained.
But knowing all this I still do not have the heart to be the player,
And if my heart gets broken I cannot fully blame the slayer.
Flirtation is a normal routine when we are in each other’s presence,
Knowing that our relationship will never change mise well be a death sentence.
For I playfully tell him time and again how I really feel but he chooses not to take me serious,
Although I am always honest there is a side to me that I will always keep mysterious.
Hoping that he will be mine is as much a gamble as rolling any dice,
Only hoping that our experiences together have brought to his life a little spice.
For I know I cannot compare to the other women in his life,
Now I see this in a different light, my heart and mind, this is my strife.
