Just her.
Days pass and I am Unnoticed, By the girl I have been dreaming of,
By the girl who made everything in my life a little better. By the one girl who can steal my heart but I can't steal hers.
I wish it was me, not another fool, With each passing hour, minute, second, Everything stops when I see her,
But to her, I am nothing but.. A friend. At least to her;not to me.
Somewhere in between our laughs and jokes.. I fell. Hard. I wish I didn't have to fall like that, It hurt. The feeling of uncertainty, Knowing she'd pick anyone over me.
I didn't like the feeling, this feeling of being crossed in love. I was out of the picture. I was always out of the picture, She likes him, I like her. Who likes me? No one... At least .. Not anymore.
thoughts( evening of August, Village Park 12th street)