Turning the pages of my worn-out book,
Mind drifting, floating somewhere, suddenly shook,
Headfirst to the ground, I fell, surprised,
When scribbles from back then caught my eyes,
In small letters written "Hey I'm bored"
"Hey bored focus on the board"
A smile crept on my lips reminiscing of those times,
Yet strangely no warmth I find inside.
Stealing glances at you was my habit,
Praying not to get caught, I must admit,
How I miss those days, when on your face the sun would shine,
Admiring you from beside, hoping you'd be mine,
Turning my eyes away when you looked my way,
I knew it would end someday,
But unprepared I was, it took me a while,
To sit beside an empty seat, not seeing your smile,
Without the sun painting your face with its light,
I wasn't ready to bid you goodbye, not quite.
As morning dawned, tears welled in your eyes,
You were moving far away from this tiny countryside,
I didn't cry, said it would be fine,
But deep down, I knew it wouldn't, I just lied.
Plans to meet made, promises to call,
But distance and time took their toll,
I am left alone in this small, familiar place,
Everything's the same, but you're not here to embrace,
Weirdly it feels like I've lost a part of me,
Regrets of what-ifs cling, tormenting me,
If only I had expressed what I felt and not been scared and slow,
Maybe it would have been easier for me to let go,
And live without these unreturned feelings that only grow.
I liked you years ago and I still do even now,
And I fear falling for another, my heart won't allow.
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