The hopeful
glimmer in your eyes,
hoping he
will recognize.
The way you
smile just for him,
knowing deep
down the chance is slim.
He will
never see past your face,
the scars
you bear cannot all be traced.
You sit and
mope, ask me what you should do,
I'd tell you
in a heartbeat, if only I knew.
I can tell
you both live different life's,
one who shines
the other in strife.
You say that
you don't really care,
that he
hardly notices you're ever there.
I know
you're lying and so do you,
but it's not
my place to tell you what to do.
To get over
him and clear your mind,
is a
solution I believe you will never find.
You're my
friend and I will always be here,
to dry your
eyes and offer an ear.
Sitting
there and watching you fall apart,
is weighing
heavily on my heart.
He is always
on your mind and your pride is forgone.
I think it's
time to just move on.
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