All this feelings I have for you,
I keep them all inside.
I have no intention at all, to ever let you know of them,
Because I know it will make no difference.
Unrequited, that is what my feelings are.
Nothing more, and nothing less.
But I do not hold that in grudge against you,
And not even to the one who holds your heart.
Rather I will not utter one word of it,
Even when the time comes
That my heart will fall and shatter like before.
Like it did for all the other men....
I tell myself, I'm used to it.
Used to my feelings unreturned.
But who am I trying to fool?
Other people might believe it, but not me, not my heart.
And thus is why I keep this all to myself.
Much has happened to me already.
My silence will not be in vain,
Atleast, this is how I console myself.
I am so pathetic, ain't I?
Ruled too much by my own emotions,
They say these could be one's strength,
But why does it seem otherwise for me?...
Perhaps, someday, there will come a time to tell you.
But not now, and I sincerely hope it won't be soon.
Because I see it as irrelevant,
To risk such friendship by such unnecessary episodes.
So my lips will be sealed til that day.
I am in content to just be your friend who cares more than you'll
ever know.
I guess, such is the fate of a person
Who is one with Loneliness, itself...
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