CRUSHED CRUSH

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I do not know where to begin when every step I take leads a wrong turn

I only wanted to make you see you through my own eyes for the first time

To show you how important you are to me and how much I need you

How beautiful you are and how amazingly wonderful you are to me

But it seems I let my feelings out a bit too fast or maybe a little too late

But I think I kept it in just long enough or probably longer than I should have

Why didn’t you tell me when it was right to tell you how I truly felt?

I know I did my part to show you the colour of my heart

Especially when you were close to me and when you held my hand real tight

Do you remember how I would want to say I love you but would say I love your tie instead?

Or when I would want to spill but end up complimenting your slim figure and never growing beards

How my temperature would rise whenever i hugged you and you hugged back

Didn’t you ever notice how I shivered every time you stared into my eyes?

You told me once that you were waiting to find true love and here I was standing at your door

Cause if true love had a description it would be bold, black and beautiful

Maybe I wasn’t bold enough to say it then when you were mine but I am now

I know she has you now but I had you first and was being patient for you to want me

But it seems my boldness is going to cost me everything i had in you

Or my early lack of it is going to cost me everything I had wish to have with you

So this is me swallowing my pride saying I’m sorry for what I didn’t say then and then said

Turns out that my fear of things won’t stop me from missing you or what it was we had

I wish I could turn around and change my whole life

But right now at where we are I’d rather go back to when we were friend

Even if I would only have a little piece of you I would have something to crush on that isn’t crushed

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rebecca said…
how sweet....
4 February 2013 at 06:30
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