How i dream of the day to become his own, again i must write another sad poem.
He's not that boy you can go up to ,to say "hi" he's the one you tell your friends
"I could just die!"
A simple glance or a lonely smile, can make you think of that moment for miles. The way that he glides and the way that he looks,
i could never pay attention to my books.
Why must i let myself feel this way, to only go through the same thing
when i wake up each day
Whenever i see him, i melt, like a flower without water, i welt
It's hard to love someone who doesnt know you exist, but i cant help help it when my heart cant resit.
I will not see him again when this year goes by, so i'll tell him how i feel and then say "good-bye" |
