Two sides to the story...

HER SIDE OF THE STORY

He hates me .
He can't stand me.
What did I do??
Tears streaming down my face
and crash to the floor.
I miss him,
and I pray for his return.
I see him everyday
but only to avoid him.
seeing his face breaks my heart
I long for his laugh
I long for his touch
I long for his hand to brush across my bangs
and push them out of my eyes...
I Miss Him so much
and I long to talk to him
But He Hates ME.

HIS SIDE OF THE STORY

She hates me.
She cant stand me.
What did i do?
Tears streaming down my face,
but I Don't let them crash to the ground
I whip them away before she can see.
I see her everyday,
But only to have her avoid me.
I long to laugh with her again
I long for her smile
I long for her to brush the
misplaced hair out of my eyes
I miss her so much
and I wish to talk to her,
but she hates me ...

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If only they knew
If only they spoke up..