Real, True Love

You do not ever acknowledge me,
I stand in front of you, but you are blind
You look through me not at me don't you see,
Do not get me wrong, I still think you're kind

You have your heart closed like an oak door
While I speak your ears cannot hear very clear,
You do not want or need me that is sure
I could scream louder and louder in your deaf ear

I write to you, about you, but you don't read,
The words I say could not change anything
The sadness inside me is not a feed
For the little birds that do hear me sing

I'll tell you someday how I truly feel,
Then maybe our love will be very real

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