Staring at the stars,
as i began to think,
a question with a cold answer,
as cold as this winter wind,
i don't know why you asked,
but know its made me think,
what shall i tell him,
while sitting in the breeze,
I'm wondering how long to wait,
even if i should bother,
i know you want to know,
but why do you,
sometimes i wonder,
if i will ever know,
my heart is telling me not to answer,
but my mind is telling me you need to know,
i don't know if i should tell you,
because how do i know,
if i do you will go mad,
or if i don't you will be so sad,
i really want to tell you but i cant,
i have to go with gut instinct.
