I throw the flower, Into the pile. I grab another one, And think of your smile.
Every time it ends, On you love me not. I feel my heart, Get hit with another shot.
All I want, Is for you to notice I’m here. I’ve been going through this routine, For about a year.
I’ll never be able, To get over your beautiful face. I long to be the one, In your warm embrace.
You’ll never be the one, And this thought rules my fears. I wish there was more, Than what appears.
But I keep ending, On you love me not. And that only crushes, All the hopes I’ve got
McHuggles · Sat Aug 09, 2008 @ 07:21am · 0 Comments |