Unsent Love Songs '01
Bow my head, with pen to book.
Pretend not to see stolen looks.
Writing of dreams I wish I'd had,
Of naughty times when we were bad.
I think of you, I think of them.
But always, I think of you again.
Endless songs, upon blotted ink.
Scrunched up paper, I tried to think.
Love letters sent and love letters not.
Waiting for you to love me,
but I guess you forgot.
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