Literature
It's you
I love you;
why can't you see?
It's written all over my face;
am I so hard to read?
I hate this feeling,
of happiness and fear,
I want you all so near,
but my body keeps trembling.
I can't say it. I can't tell you.
I know you'd reject me, just look at you!
But I still dream to acomplish it,
To go up to you and tell you I love you.
Have you realized,
and you do it on purpose?
Cause I just can't seem to find
a logical explanation.
Maybe you're Cupid,
you play with people's hearts.
Or maybe you're Thanatos,
'cause you're killing me deep inside.