I try to make him happy,
make his frown fade into a smile,
because i know in the end,
it will all be worthwhile,
when he doesn't share his secrets,
you don't see me complaining,
you don't see me yelling,
you don't see me begging,
we all have our secrets,
and if wants to keep his i respect his choice,
but when he does share stories and stuff,
it makes my heart rejoice,
but he just doesn't get it,
that i want to be his one and only girl,
and that i try so much,
to be a part of his world,
he doesn't get that he runs through my mind,
every minute of every day,
he doesn't get it,
that i cry hoping that he will stay,
i know I'm holding him,
but he used to love me too,
i used to know i felt the love,
when he said i love you,
but now it feels as if I'm the only one in love,
and that makes my heart feel weak,
somewhere in our love package,
there has begun a great big leak,
but i don't care if he doesn't love me,
because i love him as much as two people loving together,
and i will always love him,
forever and forever,
but he just doesn't get it,
that i want him to love me too,
i want to feel something special,
when he says i love you,
i wonder if he feels it,
feels the love when i say i love you,
or if he can tell i love him,
out of the little things i do,
like when i wrote him a poem,
he thought i was scared about if he went to war,
truth was,
i was afraid if he left our love wouldn't pass the shore,
i tried to send a message,
saying that i love you,
but he just didn't get it,
either that or he didn't want too,
but no matter what,
he just doesn't get it,
he doesn't get how much i love him,
and that i hope we never split,
i wish could feel the love,
when he said i love you,
i wish he would show me he cared,
like he used to,
so if he's reading this,
he'll find a way to prove he still loves me,
the message in the poem,
i hope he's able to see,
my love i am confused,
on if you really care,
and if you would really be sad,
if i wasn't right here,
if i wasn't waiting for you to make a move,
or to love me and make me feel it,
if i wasn't here to ask you,
for you not to love me anymore what crime did i commit,
well he just doesn't get it,
he's doesn't get i love him more then my family and life it's self,
i think he put our fairytale,
in the back of his bookshelf,
so if he reads this poem,
and all of a sudden he might get what he's been missing,
and he gets i love him,
i hope he understands my love for him isn't closing,
and i hope he takes a step up,
and tells me how he really feels,
and make it so,
my screaming heart he appeals,
but this whole poem,
with all my questions and thoughts,
he just doesn't get,
he doesn't get...... i ...love...him....lots...
