Everyday I think today could be the day,
love could be real
but so far it seems more like a myth.
I watch but never say anything,
too many ways to be rejected
that I never attempt to speak.
We pass like ships,
alone we are now
but together we could be,
we go on our different paths
to never have them cross again.
Goodbye to what could have been,
I know love has a chance
but I fear the pain
of rejection so much
I never give it a chance.
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