-especially not to you-
but I feel it just as much,
or maybe more.
Every second I'm allowed
-especially the ones with you-
is another moment treasured,
one I store.
I can't possibly give it a name,
-particularly not to your face-
so I smile my secret thought
and look away.
I can't possibly give it a name,
-particularly not to your face-
so I smile my secret thought
and look away.
You'll never see my little game,
-though I'm playing it to your face-
and whether I'm glad or not,
it's okay.
-though I'm playing it to your face-
and whether I'm glad or not,
it's okay.
Aww. This feels the definition of bittersweet.
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