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The Lion Hearted Coward
Oh yeah, he still has me.
i thought i saw you at the bank, because of this; my heart dropped and butterflies invaded my belly.
it's not like i didn't see you last month or that you texted me a week ago.
it's just the very sight of you has me weak, like Freshman year again.
we're only friends. thats all we'll ever be. good, close friends.
me and you holding hands? never.
me and you kissing, sitting on our favorite bench? never.
you loving me? n e v e r.
i say i'll move on. i do. for a month. or two. until you meet me by the old windmill sculpture on Minniwawa St.
and its dawned on me; that you will always have an affect on me.
and i secretly hate you for that.
it's not like i didn't see you last month or that you texted me a week ago.
it's just the very sight of you has me weak, like Freshman year again.
we're only friends. thats all we'll ever be. good, close friends.
me and you holding hands? never.
me and you kissing, sitting on our favorite bench? never.
you loving me? n e v e r.
i say i'll move on. i do. for a month. or two. until you meet me by the old windmill sculpture on Minniwawa St.
and its dawned on me; that you will always have an affect on me.
and i secretly hate you for that.
♠ ♠ ♠
i still feel it.