Conflicted feelings

I want you to think of me,

your heart to call out desperately,

to text me once again:

"Hey are we sill friends?"

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We shared a little more than laughter,

But I was too afraid of what came after.

I never laid my soul so bare,

with you I could go everywhere.

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But now we don't text you see,

maybe there was no chemistry.

Maybe we are to different now,

maybe that was so anyhow.

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Most of all I think in all my thinking,

my desperate mind has made an image.

Of a person you once were,

or someone that never was.

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Still my heart would leap for joy,

if you called me out of the blue.

Because I want you to think of me,

as much as I think about you.

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