My love is what I always called her...
You see to me she means the world...
Love is actually an understatment...
On how I really feel about this girl...
Vehemently I've showed my feelings...
Even while she hid hers behind a wall...
Wonder if she's ever thinking of me...
And if she ever cared for me at all...
Now that we don't see eachother...
Don't expect to be getting any calls...
All this time and yet I kept trying...
Realizing i wont ever get anywhere...
Once in a while I would feel the love...
Sad she didnt have any left to share...
And maybe I won't ever get any further...
Regardless,i still love her all the same...
If you're wondering whom this poem is about...
Open your eyes;you might just see her name...