Sometimes I'd wish I were Edward Cullen,
Then I'd be able to read your mind.
Then I'd be able to know the girl of your dreams,
Just as you are mine.
Then I'd know where to draw the fine line,
And be content with just being a friend.
Your ficklemindedness makes it hard
For me to know who is she,
But I'll keep observing, and waiting
For something to happen.
But one thing I'm sure,
She's not me.
I'm just a friend, insignificant
And easily forgettable.
But to me, you're not.
I think about you day in day out,
Even when I'm doing an exam,
Part of my mind longs to be with you.
Even though I imagine scenes of me and you,
They'll never come true, I'm sure.
For I'm just a friend.
Sometimes I'd think I'm just looking up to you,
But my heart tells me otherwise.
You've caught me looking at you,
And I've denied them.
You've caught me trying to get your attention,
And you never respond.
Sometimes, I feel as if you treat every girl the same,
But through your interaction with her,
I know it's not the same way with me.
All you ever talk to me about
Is maths,maths and even more maths.
I don't want a relationship like that,
I want a friend to whom I can take off the mask,
The burden I'm have on me,
And cry on their shoulder.
I'm trying my hardest,
To grab your attention.
But it seems the harder I try,
The more it won't work.
But when I don't try at all,
I am invisible. Transparent.
Though I'm not Edward Cullen,
I am sensitive to your behaviour and your actions.
I shall continue look out for you through a crowd,
Standing on my tip-toes just to see your face.
I'll continue to try to forget you,
I'll be forgetting you,
But I've not forgotten you.
29/03/2009
