Never seeing you,
Never hearing your laugh,
Makes the rare occasion,
Of you so special.
When our paths don't cross,
Not one little bit,
I miss you,
More than you'll ever know.
Not sure if you notice,
When I meet your eyes,
From across the room,
How lit mine are.
I think about you,
All the time,
Your smile, your laugh,
Break my heart.
When did I fall,
So hard,
Head over heels,
For nothing but asphalt?
I can't stand seeing you,
I hate you,
Your smile your laugh,
Make it unbearable.
I cannot take your eyes,
Looking into mine,
Because I'm afraid,
You'll see beyond the blue sheild.
And yet I care,
For you,
The one I hate,
And love so much
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