Unrequited Love
When I see her smile, I fight off a tear,
for unrequited love's a secret hurt.
Because it's love, it'll never disappear,
often disguised as an innocent flirt.
Is there a more unintentional pain
than loving someone who rejects your love?
My heart is twisted in knots by the strain
as I confess my shame to God above.
Though I want to let go, my heart cries no,
so I keep the dream alive in my mind.
And I play, pretend, so she'll never know
when it comes to other women, I'm blind.
Unrequited love is a silent scream
that is disparaging to the extreme.
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