I see this one boy everyday, but still I have nothing to say.
My words are powerful, but they have no tone.
My touch is emotional, but it has no feeling.
My looks are deep, but they have no contact.
My needs are there, but they are never met.
My hunger is shown, but it's never feed.
My time is precious, but it's never used.
My feelings are told, but their never discussed.
My love is open, but it never held.
My lips are perked, but their never kissed.
My hormones water, but they never drain.
My silent emotions are filled wishful things.
Only if I could tell this one boy, I am more than just a name.
