Why do I care so much, about these thoughts that reside in my head?
All my life, I’ve been thankful for even a tiny loaf of bread.
And yet, I’m scared… of the future-what is it that I dread?

Everyone has friends- someone who will listen-
They may not be a star, or someone that seems to glisten…
But what happens when they leave, are they really someone that you’ll be
missin’?

I sit here, crying, thinking of you.
I want this feeling to be- but I’m not sure if it’s true.

You care so much, you listen… and you reply. Not out of sympathy- but out of
friendship.
I thank you so much, and yet the only thing I have in return, is nothing
except a small amount of love, only a grip.

It is mutual- we both agreed, yet I still feel something…what could it be?
I like you, it may even be love…but how can I be sure…that you feel the same
for me?
What if it isn’t destiny…maybe it shouldn’t be a “we”.
And yet I still think of you…you’re in everything I see.
 
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