Why do we love?
Is there a thing we need?
Or are we just selfish?
I used to one,
One of those.
The people that go around,
Walking really slow.
I would be the one to stare at you and think,
“How could I possibly like her?”
Time has passed and faces are now lost,
People are nice now,
Everyone is too nice.
Except for you,
The one I loved from the beginning,
The one I care for.
Bryn, the one I truly like.
I stare at you and I think how can I like you?
You are just too perfect.
Although we are all human,
And we all need compassion
And love
I was going too far.
For you didn't like me,
Not one bit.
You didn't like anyone.
Expect our friends.
Now I see,
How much of a fool I can be.
Loving a girl that doesn't love me,
It's more than just a memory.
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