People say I was with you
I wish it were true
But - unfortunately
It isn't
I think of you
Dream of you
All the time
Even though I know
You never give me a thought
I walk the streets endlessly
Fruitlessly
in your footsteps
Knowing only too well
Our paths will never cross
Am I being unreasonable?
Undoubtly!
Some other incredibly lucky person
Has been gifted
With your presence
But does she know of your true worth?
Definitely not
Does she remotely appreciate you
Somehow, I doubt that too
Why...?
Simply because she doesn't see you with my eyes
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