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...Confused...

I look at you now
You're taking a test,
pencil moving, head bowed,
not uttering a whisper, a grunt,
Not a sound.
But what are you thinking,
with your head down?
Is it about the problem?
Or is it about me?
You look up at me,
you smile
you nod
Then you look back down,
write an answer.
It's wrong.
It's wrong how I don't know
what you're thinking inside.
Are you my friend?
Yes. I don't need to ask.
Do you like me?
I don't know.
Should I bother to ask?
I can't do that.
We're friends. It'd be weird.
If we went out, we'd break up,
And it'd all be gone.
Our friendship,
our memories,
and even our song!
I wish it'd be you
Who'd make the first move,
but what if you don't feel it too?
Because there'd be no ME with out YOU.
So what the hell am I supposed to do?
I just can't help it.
I'm so in love with you.





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