I look at you with hopeful eyes, wishing that you could see me, wishing that you would look at me.
But you don't you never do.
I too can take the blame because there were times when I would want to talk to you, look at you without hurting.
Believe me I tried.
I kept myself from you, I was afraid
Of what I can't recall.
But than you weren't inviting,you don't acknowledge me.
So who's to blame?
I can't make you feel the deepness I did or do?
I knew that a long time ago.
But facing it was another matter.
I miss the time we saw each other.
Or at least I think we did.
How you would look at me with smiling eyes and grin.
I miss the courage I once had.
I miss believing in you for always.
