The Tears I must cry

I hate these tears that I must cry

I really wish they’d pass by

I never will understand they way you think

And when I think my heart just sinks

The way your hair brings me joy

They way you use my heart as a toy

I never thought you would know

But you found out and put on a show

We tried to talk

But my mind didn’t lock

I see you a lot

But we never talk

I ruined everything

There is no way

For me to say

The way I feel

Except in 3 words

That will never be spoken

And if I said them you would think I was Jokin

Made March 7, 2005

Copyright 2005