Monday, September 21, 2009

Poem of Imminent Rejection


This farce that my feelings could
Mean anything,
And this hope that I
Could indulge in
This stupid dream...

It is enough to make me cry,
And I don't want to be a thief...

It's simple,
You've never been mine,
Except in secret fantasies...

No matter when,
No matter where;
Time cannot close this gap.

Let's go back to the simple times
When I could stare into your eyes,
And we were nothing
But blushing schoolchildren,
Sweet and innocent.

Yeah, my feelings will never be requited,
And this poem is so damn cliche...

Because I never thought
I would have such emotions,
Yet I have them everyday.

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