I've liked you for a while,
I don't know how to tell you.
Instead I write this note,
A note you may never read.
Even if you do read this,
You probably don't know it's for you.
I can't give you what you say you need,
I can only give you something you don't want.
I try to tell you how I feel,
I never seem to get the courage.
I don't want it to ruin our friendship,
That's one reason why I can't tell you.
I always listen when you talk,
No matter what it's about.
I get nervous when you talk about boys,
I get worried that I'll lose you.
Even though I can't stop you,
I don't want you to be with them.
I want you to be with me.
5 comments:
Not interested
I think it's fairly clear this is about Liz.
jesus christ get it over with!
of course liz fucking knows its for her!
the whole of the fucking country knows.
stop eating fucking oranges and do something about it.
it doesn't rhyme.
fail.
That was clear cut and open Andy, bravo, and darn those other unhappy commenters.
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