His words can only break a heart.
He means so much
but he is worth so little.
Why shall i sit and pounder the
thoughts and dreams
which i know shall never come true.
I toss and turn night by night wondering if i ever cross
his mind.
Does he think of me often?
Am i apart of his dreams?
May i only hope that someday
I can be what he is wishing about.
Why do i sit and waste time
writing and writing when i should be
speaking to him. Having these words fall out of mouth,
Like they just couldn't stand
being locked up so long.
But i know and he knows
no matter what i say nor
do,i wont get my chance.
I just couldn't get my chance.
For he nothing but sweet sensitive soul and i but nothing but a wish on a star and hope for something
good comes out of it dreamer.
And till this day shall i dream and
hope? or shall i give up and fail.
