Bittersweet, to love one who thinks of you as a friend.

To laugh, to talk, but never to love.

Seeing his girlfriend beside him,
Hearing him talk to her,

Talking to him, yet never loving him.

My heart, it breaks.

Every time I see him,
Talk to him,
Laugh with him.


The electric shock as he walks by,
Glancing at him from across the room.

Knowing he'll never love me,
Forever dreaming of him, Bittersweet.

Joking when he gets in trouble,
Crying when he's with her,
Never to be loved,
But to love.


If only that love
Wasn't bitter.