She looks at him. He looks at her. Their eyes lock. They start to talk. I'm here wishing it was me. I just need to see, need to know what he thinks. Do I ever cross his mind? He's always on mine... Even though it's not right, but everytime he's in my sight, I see what could've been. He doesn't know, that I wish she wasn't his. And when they kiss...it hurts more than it should. I would get rid of the feelings if I could. He still has my heart...it's been there from the start.
Feelings for the one who doesn't know
June 11, 2014