Sitting here on the curb
I can see your brown eyes looking so depressed.
I have many words to say, but keep them to myself.
I've known your forever, && a day ,as it seems.
But how ironic, It's hard to understand, what you mean.
Some thing's linger in my mind, yet they remain unspoken.
I'd rather, remain in silence,
than my heart be broken.
Do I have to choose?
Is the truth worth knowing, if I must let you go?
The answer remains a mystery, to && fro.
See your not just my lover, but my best friend.
&& I must sneak the start, to get to the end.
