Rumer

I have something.
Something no one knows about.
And no one will know about for a long time.
But a long time is now over.
I am now going to tell you what I have.
My secret is not to be repeated.
Not to anyone.

And my secret is is that I am in love.
But this love will never to be.
This love is nothing.
Nothing but a rumer.
A rumer floating in the air.
Going all around.
So everyone can hear.
Hear that he is in love with me.
But that is not what I have.

I have a secret.
And that secret is that I love him too.
But it is not meant to be.
Because my friend started it.
To find out if he likes me too.
I do not believe he does.
But she doesshe believes.
She believes in everything.

But I think that she made a mistake.
A mistake about hem.
A mistake that can ruin everything.
I feel so bad but I will soon learn.
Learn if he really likes me.
If he really cares.
Cares about me.

I don't know.
And don't want to know.
At least I don't think that I want to know.
Because the truth hurts.
And I think that I have gone though enough pain.