Here I am writting again,
Eyes burning and head throbbing.
I have this unusual way with men,
But I always end up sobbing.
Here you are staring at me,
Eyes drawn to the person in the right hand screen.
Saying you can't take them away from thee,
As to you I am gorgeously seen.
Wasn't long ago I had a love,
But now just seeing him makes me miserable.
I thought he could be my dove,
And life together would be greatly liveable.
But love can't always be true,
So we departed and flew to different lives.
And now I sit here looking for you,
The man who one day will have the luckiest of wives.
You can't see the need,
Or the desperation in my eyes.
Nor the sincere want indeed,
Ofcourse neither the endless tries.
I tell myself I can't have you,
For your much too far away.
But one thing inside I do,
Is know I'll be near you one day.
When I come let it be known,
I will never leave.
Because unless you have it shown,
Your side I will never decide to leave.
