She'd rather sit and suffer,
Than sit and watch him suffer.
Hard as she tried to ignore,
To forget what she'd ever
Felt for him, she couldn't.
She'd hurt for him over and over,
He'd hurt her too.
But she could careless.
He'd cause her to cry,
But in her tears,she'd wipe his.
There was and is nothing
She won't give for him.
He'd make her laugh
So much...
But those times were rare times.
The times she laughed,
She could count.
But the times she hurt
Were uncountable.
But every moment spent
With him, she enjoyed, she savoured
She looked forward to.
She loves him
Even though it hurts to
She'll continue to love him,
Even it kills her.
