hideing between the lines

To scared to share what is on my heart and mind.

hoping she will ask, what is going on.

my sintiment load with intesipation.

I game of come find me.

I rather you ask for the truth instead of loading you down with gloom.

I long to tell her of how I hurt.

I want to hold her hand thinking she will feel my love.

I long for the old days when love was fresh and new.

I desire the tingle that excites my heart each time i look into her eyes.

One of three how special can i really be.

I am her faviort escape.

Why would we need to share with some much care.

Causual friends with mutual benifit.

How can this be love been when its made for mutual manipulation and