Feelings.
For someone or something.
It can be like, or even Love.
You express them.
Wanting nothing more than for the other to feel the same.
Day or night, your thoughts are filled.
With them.
Wondering what they're doing, how they feel.
You wish to be close, but they seem so far.
All you wish is that they'd feel the same.
Sooner or later, you have to move on.
Because not all feelings are requited.
You wish them the best in all that they do.
Slowly the pain fades.
You'll get there, one day.
Because sometimes,
It's Unrequited.
