You stare at me
I know very well there's no chance of me and you being together; yet the poems on my screen, the quizzes and the looks I catch have me hoping for something more
My heart has been whispering of you daily it might as well be yours
You who thinks of me as a friend you know my feelings and I sometimes regret letting you know.
The bitter truth is I would rather deal with this alone than you knowing the truth of my heart.