Repitition of feelings running brisk
Boiling liquid running through her veins
Feelings for you that she could no longer risk
And something unspeakable that her heart contains
Numbness to the feelings you don't return
And desolation palpitating through a soul, insignificant
Affliction of those that she should no longer yearn
Sentiments she thought were present were really always absent
Aspirations for a closeness never felt by you
Anxiously waiting for you to open up to her
Inquiring as of what she should do
Observing your relationship go by as a blur
Feelings of pure and absolute despondency
Not comprehending from where these feelings may be derived
Hiding under the covers of angst, that abandoned girl is me
Protecting myself from the existence of which I am still deprived |