I am caught up in the feelings you gave me.
Like no one and nothing will ever replace
the words you said and the looks on your face
all because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.
If you didn’t want my love,
why did you touch my hand?
I know I will never understand
the subtle nuance of romance verses friendship.
I couldn’t stand it anymore
and had to get it out however harshly.
It’s black or white, middle ground is no good to me.
I think I sprung it on you a little to fast.
I won’t forget the way you looked
or the exclamation you gave at my confession.
I guess I’ve learned my little lesson.
I’ll never say I love you again.