I still longing to feel my first true kiss,
but i don't know how its gone a miss,
love fills the souls of everyone,
except for me,
everyone finds someone,
someone who is meant to be,
but me i don't,
i hide my feelings,
like keeping a secret locked away,
each and everyday,
as time goes on,
i smile and cry,
one day ill have to die,
i wanna live everyday as my last,
but each day as I'm getting older is going to fast,
i want to make the most,
like slowly spreading butter to toast,
remember the good and the bad,
the happy and the sad,
but the little things are the things that count most of all,
year after year,
from summer to autumn fall,
friends and family there for life,
just want to make the most,
before it goes,
and for that,
i need something pure,
pain free and not sore,
something from above,
that something i need,
is love.
