I can't sleep.
I keep thinking about you.
Am i a freak?
Deep down I always knew.
I can't sleep.
Loving isn't a blessing,
my heart bleeds,
it keeps on stabbing.
I can't sleep.
Warm tears keep on rolling,
My heart still aching.
The wound is quite deep.
Will you ever think of me,
the same way I think of you.
Will you ever see,
that I long for you.
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Unrequited love | Poetry
PoetryPoetry book! Thoughts that cross my mind, Most of these are about you. Yet they only make me remind, That it isn't the case for you too..