Mar 21, 2007 18:09
I think about you day and night, where does it get me? No Where.
I thought things were going good, until that night you found out the things i didn't even know for myself.
We talk it through and you say not right now. What's that suppose to mean?
Okay, it took me a lot of thinking and sure Ill admit a lot of tears.
And somedays I still spend hours thinking of why I even bother to care, why I even bother to like you.
I spent my weekend night thinking of you and the possibilities of us. I thought of you and nothing else.
But then I let my feelings sink down inside my soul, and lightened my day with friends who love me.
Finally I called. And Called again.And again. And once more after that. And six times of tring only resulted in ten minutes.
Four times... no answer, two small talk conversations that soon would end becuase of excuses and reasons.
And ever since a death of a loved someone you have seemed lost and distant.
So pleases come back. To the you that was here and made me laugh.
The you that made me seem perfect. The you that I like oh so very much.