Unrequited love

It is a struggle between reason and misunderstanding of the heart
It's a distant look, a silent concern for someone
Hope is disappointed when not good
Despair is the sadness that creates itself
It is a small happiness in the joys of my self ...
Waiting to know whether people never look back ...
Is remember to wear to people indifferent
Is to accept all the pain
To become familiar with the cold ...
I love you even though you know I will never love you again!
It is painful, it is suffering, but it is not easy to give up! These are the nights of simmering loneliness.