Wish It Didn't Matter (A poem about not knowing where you stand)

Wish It Didn't Matter

March 23rd, 2004

I woke up this mornin',

could barely open my eyes.

Then I heard your voice singin',

now no matter how hard I try...

I can't forget about you.

You're everywhere I go.

Can it be true?

I just have to know!

Do you feel the same?

Or am I out of my mind?

It's such a shame...

that you're not mine.

I wish it didn't matter.

I wish I could love whomever I want!

Now my heart's been shattered,

and my heart still wants to chant!

I... Love... You!

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