denied love
We’re friends,
At least, that’s what you keep saying
Nothing more than just friends
But deep inside,
There’s a place, just for you
Filled with love for no one but you
We keep on following or mind
But what about or heart
Wouldn’t it be better if we just said what that is telling us?
Wouldn’t we be better of without all these lies?
I guess we’ll never know,
But I’ll keep waiting for the moment that I can say:
I love you so!
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| Auteur: blaike | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 22 december 2001 | ||
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