Don't you get it
I would have thought you
Of anyone would see
Though if you got it
You'd realize you weren't the only one
Falling for eyes of green
Or her freckled nose, the way holding her close
Fit so perfectly
I guess you didn't see
The mirror you're looking in
When you look at me
This isn't new
It's taken years to tell
Myself the truth
I thought you knew
Fighting from the start over who
Would win her heart
In every spat, in every line
I openly hated your whole...you
Scared that you knew
What I wanted all along
Was her to love me too
And I do
I still want it
If it's true
And you're not just saying
This to goad me; turn around and laugh in malicious glee
It doesn't take a genius to see
We both want her to be free
So....
Is it true?
Does she really love me too?
About the Creator
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