You.

by nayee   Sep 1, 2007


I sit and pretend.
To be interested,
In your friend.
And you smile and look away.
I hate how you,
Don't know what to say.
When I shut my door.
I just dont care,
Not anymore.
When you leave.
I dissapear.
And hope to not come back.
Because when I do.
I hurt.
You'll never love me back.

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