Desired, not for real.

It fills me with hope when I see you,
Your beautiful, handsome face,
It makes my heart go faster,
At a more dynamic pace.

I want to try and make contact,
But something always holds me down,
I wish I could let go somehow,
Get rid of this fearful frown.

I always get my hopes up,
For me it seems to high,
Because when I come crashing down again,
All I want to do is cry.

Sometimes it stikes really hard,
and I don't know what to do,
A tight knot deep inside saying
that I'll never be with you.