#TheUnrequitedLove
one afternoon sitting on my chair,
shipping my drink and thinking about him,
the way I first meet her in the Street,
next time in the library
and then after and after everyday,
then I remember the first time she slapped me,
ahh!it feels now also,
the times we spent together was nothing
more than a dream for me
in times there was my heart
saying me to tell her
saying me to confess that I love her,
but I stay quite,
probably waiting for the right time,
every time I see her shining face smiling,
I felt...