confession to you who will never know
my thoughts of you are so many, so much, that there is room for NOTHING else.
i waited for you today
and when i was done i thought of you.
when i distracted myself, it didnt work.
cuz there you were again.
and i keep trying to write about it. get it out of my mind. but nothing real can come out.
but here i am again. and i realize that this only adds to it all.
but i can't help but wonder
when i will see you again
what you will say or do
and how it will all finally end.
if maybe i will just forget about you. but i dont see that happening
and half the time i just wish it would.
but i love every minute of the other half.
i waited for you today
and when i was done i thought of you.
when i distracted myself, it didnt work.
cuz there you were again.
and i keep trying to write about it. get it out of my mind. but nothing real can come out.
but here i am again. and i realize that this only adds to it all.
but i can't help but wonder
when i will see you again
what you will say or do
and how it will all finally end.
if maybe i will just forget about you. but i dont see that happening
and half the time i just wish it would.
but i love every minute of the other half.