posted on Apr, 11 2006 @ 11:29 AM
IF ONLY...
History will never know your name,
Perhaps they’ll call me insane,
Because I know all these poems are in vain.
You’ll never read this,
But it’s always been true,
Since the very first day I saw you.
You were one of my first crushes,
Perhaps, actually I guess I still have a crush on you,
Funniest thing though, is you never knew.
I thought if I dated another
I’d just forget about you.
If only I knew what I know now;
Then I would taken the dive and asked you,
Lol, no, actually not, I wouldn’t have:
You always had someone there to hold you,
Always someone there to care for,
Someone who was willing to give their life to you.
But there I was, on the side,
Smiling, and admiring, from my humble little abide,
At first I don’t think you even knew I existed,
But later you came to call me your friend,
And from the side, I watched you smile,
I saw you upset,
I saw how deeply people came to hurt you,
And yet I couldn’t help but see how much you cared;
But if the truth be told,
At best I knew you as an acquaintance,
At best I wanted to help you,
But truly, I’m glad to have met you.
I still remember your smile
Because when you smiled, so did I,
I still remember the times when you cried,
I didn’t see you, but I could feel it from deep inside
And that’s when I tried to offer a helping hand,
But the one thing you never saw was that hand,
All I was another guy,
Just a friend of a friend,
And perhaps the guy to go to for a little help with the computer;
But never was I more,
And never will I be,
Because chances are I’ll never see you again,
Except perhaps when I dream.
And so it hits me,
All the poems I’ve ever written
Have actually been written for you,
It just took me too long to find out how I truly felt about you,
Because if truth be told,
Long long ago, I happened to fall for you,
Before I ever said “hello” or “goodbye”
But the sad thing is, you’ll never have been mine…
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This poem was inspired by a girl I've had a crush on for many years. Chances are I won't speak or see her again unless I arrange it, which I don't
think I will. So who knows, maybe she will read this and recognise the name I once told her I went by.