She Who Is Always In My Thoughts
She who is always in my thought prefers Another man, and does not think of me Yet he seeks another's love, not hers; And some poor girl is grieving for my sake.
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She who is always in my thought prefers Another man, and does not think of me Yet he seeks another's love, not hers; And some poor girl is grieving for my sake.
Hey Ms high and mighty. Would you kiss me back if I asked politely. You call me monthly, but I need you nightly. I've done just about everything to make you like me.
He doesn't notice you anymore. He looks right through you. This is one of those moments, you run everything you want to say through in your head and decide to keep quiet.
Tears you've put me through. All the things I've done for you. Emily why. Why do you do this to me. Why. Emily I love you. Can't you see. Baby you mean so much to me. Emily I need you close to me.
I would rather this than let you think one day it may happen. One day near or far do you really want to wait for something that may never be.
I see you everyday, Yet I can't bring myself to say. I can't even admit it to myself. But keeping it bottled must be bad for my health. You keep on appearing in my dreams. So real...
Can't focus. Can't concentrate. Everything I think about forms into your face; Burning my ambitions to pitiful ashes.
The clock ticks slowly through its old glass pane Counting down the hours 'til I see you again Will you smile when you see me, that ray of joy that lights up your face.
I really do. It aches to see that I'm a joke to you. A sister. A best friend. I want to be more. But you would never think of me as a choice. You think of her as an option. But why not me.
There wouldn't be insomnia If loneliness weren’t living in the city… Love is spilled all over your swallow eyes This summer isn’t hot , but hell… The sun hasn’t rised yet… Chatters are coming like...
You wanted to escape so you went to France I shook, shouted knowing you would ride through Nice, bum out blue tattoo on display All those Frogs that saw your bike with laughs and leers; hard-ons...
I see you, under the sun and heat . Sweat drips down your neck and onto your chest, your laughing with your friends. Smiling, giggling, talking with that voice so sweet and thick with Irish accent.
My heart has lied to me many times before, so now it's filled with hate, Always the outcast, never to be loved that is destined to be my fate, Tragic memories I don't want to relive I just cant bear...
In your eyes....... A sadness each time I turn to run I see the signs You think you have won. In your eyes....... A fear that never dies. You are lost inside The tears you cry.
The man I once was. I am not the man I thought I was. Just a shell an empty farce. Turned insecurities into funny masks. Never lived up to any task. It took to loose what I could bare to not.
If only I could predict the weather. I would stand on the rooftop when it's raining and scream out my heart for you. So that maybe it can be enough to stop your cries.
The truth is I know deep inside of me I still have feelings for you. But I'm scared to admit it. And there's more feelings there than I think I do, all my close ones can tell. Even mum.
My friends say that I'm lucky to have someone who cares as much as I do But all my friends are wrong, that's not one bit true No one can care more or love you more than me Obviously my friends can't...
I have had a huge crush on you. For a long time. Looking for reasons to tell you, and then thinking about bad consequences. It is almost impossible for me to open my mouth. I am so afraid. Of what.
I hate admitting it, but I love you again. All those years wasted on you, I'll waste another five before I realize that I hate you again. I cried for you. I can't move on.
How much can you give up for someone. Or how far and how long are you willing to go for that someone. Is it stupid and childish of me to feel like this. Or to do what I'm doing. Yes, it is.
I'm tired of being the second choice. Nobody ever feels the comfort in my voice. Your guy doesnt care. And I find that rare. I could treat you great. I could be your soul mate. Yet you fail to see.
I see how he controls you. Makes me wish he didn't know you. Then you'd be alright by me. I see how you say something so sweet to me and try to cover it up. I've caught you staring.
What you don't see when you look at me. You don't see how I look at you. You dont see what I think of you. You don't see what's going through my head. You don't see how much you mean to me.