You Again.

It's you agian.

How come it keeps coming back to you?

I know in my head it's not meant to be,

but how come my heart doesn't want the same thing?

It's surely just a dream.

Me and you.

Nah.

It could never happen.

You're not my type and I'm surely not yours.

Then how come I keep coming back,

coming back to you.

It's you again.

If only we could read each others hearts,

then I'd know for sure,

that I'm not in yours and you're not in mine.

We're just two friends.

Just a boy and a girl.

No destiny intertwined.

No future written in the stars.

.    .   .

It's you again.

 

The End

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