I will still be there,
hiding and peeking from behind the ivy,
while you will be sitting under the willow tree.
The ivy, trying to caress, the willow from far away.
The leaves may
never meet but senselessly,
the stem is not distraught...

I will still be there,
shying, behind my homemade cookie,
that you devour for once and glance at me twice,
morphing in a love rookie,
I can not bear,
your wispy eyes.

I will still be there,
when you leave me fazed,
seemingly, all drunk and dazed,
you never opened up your heart,
but towards its windows,
I forever gazed.

I will still be somewhere,
near you,
you will never give me my love back,
there can never be pleasure,
but just looking at you,
designates me my forlorn treasure.
A certain heart attack.

I have the wrong key,
you have the right heart,
let me just fit into you.

I will still be there,
when you soar and drift away
maybe a memory,
I could never claim or say,
to be mine.

I will still be there,
when you pull your curtains away,
like the sun trying to get in the rays.
I will still be feeling the raindrops,
even when you always, put a glass pane my way.

I won't be there,
but my ache will be,
I won't be there,
but someday you will know my misery.

I was there,
but
you were a dove,
just flew above,
I was the creeper trying to reach you.
I had love,
wanted to be your cove,
protecting you, from the winds that blew,
but I had love,
and it was unrequited,
but I had love,
and I would always be the line, omitted,
from the story, of your life.

I had love,
but it was unrequited.
Never tried or arrested,
but I was forever acquitted.
I had love,
seems like I have admitted,
Though, I know it will never be remitted.

but I will still be there;
Fazed...

#TheUnrequitedLove
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