Dec 03, 2008 19:57
Hi.
It's me...
Again.
I wanted to tell you,
How I notice your eyelashes.
How I notice your smile.
How I notice when you brush against me.
I wanted to tell you,
I'm not really what I seem.
That I'm shy and scared.
That I'm unsure but sweet.
That I can't believe when people notice me.
I wanted to ask you,
To come dancing with me.
To go to a movie with me.
To have dinner with me.
To cuddle and watch TV with me.
To be there when I really need someone like you.
But I wont.
And I can't.
So instead I'll just sit here.
And think about it.
And dream about it.
Because isn't that what we're supposed to do now?
Sit, dream, hope, and wish,
That all this could ever be.
Knowing that it can't be,
Because you are you and I am me.
You probably have more important things to do
Then listen to me.
And me?
I have my whole life set out already.
I have plans, and you?
You're not in them.
I wish I could tell you.
But I wont.
And I can't.
I guess I'll go now,
And do whatever it is I do.
Bye.
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