I was just sitting

Im sitting in my room
just thinking of his face
closing my eyes and imagining him
making my heart skip and race

even when i talk to him
i seem to miss him more
everytime i think of him
my body gets so sore...

i still wait for the day that we kiss
his lips so soft against mine
hand in hand smiling back
his lips so sweet and fine

i fell in love and he doesnt know
how much i care
instead he thinks he\'s just a guy
of whom i like to stare

so many questions yet not asked
still thinking of ways to say
that even if he doesnt know
i love him,in every way

so i sit here,still with a pen
writting down every thought
of how he makes me feel
and how my heart hes got...