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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