If I hardly even know you,
Why do I hate to say good-bye?
It may be my spontaneous love,
And the fact that I am shy.
Far away from you,
I run and I hide.
You can't tell from looking,
That I'm crying inside.
It's like my entire chest,
Is being pressed inward so hard.
Because I know you won't call me,
Or even send a Birthday card.
You don't even know the real me,
Unless you read what I'm writing here.
You won't know that confessing my feelings,
Is the biggest thing I fear.
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