I look at other girls
pretending like i don't care about you
i still act like were just friends
but when the day is over
i'm still not over you
we may act friendly
like nothing is going on
we may hide are feeling away
in order not to feel them
yet they are still there
because i'm still not over you
i lay in bed trying to forget you
convincing myself that im over you
trying to fall for someone different
to cope with the pain
it seems to work for a while
until i see you beautiful face
until i hear your gorgeous voice
then i know i'm still not over you
yet nothing in the world could bring us together
except within my dreams
but that joy is only while i'm asleep
nothing can compare to when i'm with you
all these reasons show me that
i'm still not over you
i may tell you i'm into someone else
that were just friends
and that you have nothing to worry about
but at the end of the day
i'm just lying to you
to myself
because i'm still not over you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The pain and sadness of love unrequited is slow to resolve but always grist for the mill of future relationships; as is true for the end of hopes and dreams for other 'relationships'..our future, our religious beliefs, our trust in other people, our health, or station in life.