Only You: A Poem
I probably shouldn't think of you as much as I do,
But thinking leads to feeling; I like the way I feel about you,
Your smile is contagious though I don't see it very often,
It's pointless to fly on high hopes; I should nail them in a coffin,
This unrequited love will shred my heart to painful parts,
Cupid's arrows are menacing, like fiery, poisonous darts,
The only time you think of me is when you're bored or a little curious,
You ask me questions and my feeble mind just makes me furious,
I guess we'll always be friends, if you count conversations online,
But friendship seems more than brutal to a lonely heart like mine.
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