If you were to look at me and ask me what was wrong,
Looking into my pain-striken face,
Would you believe me when I'd smile and simply said "Nothing"?
Would you hear me when I turned away,
Only to result in crying and whispering to myself, "No...everything."
If you asked me how I was,
I would look at you and lie,
No more can I speak things that will never be,
Dreams of you and I.
If you asked me why I was crying,
I would whipe the tears away and whisper "Nothing",
But in truth my heart is breaking.
You are the forbidden fruit,
The thing I cannot posess.
As much as I hope we were much more than friends,
Nothing progresess; just stays the same.
At times, hurting you would feel so divine,
But no....it's not your fault.
I'm just not what you hunger for,
No matter how hard I've tried,
It was all in vain,
In the end I guess I'll live behind a mask of lies.
Living lie after lie each day,
Till not one pure ounce of my being exists,
My heart and love will turn cold and be permeated with malice.
I will watch you grow but not with me,
And as I sit here wondering of what could have been,
I will become tarnished and forgotten.
