Post by mindomatt2 on Jul 23, 2007 1:02:56 GMT -5
She can’t be better,
But then whenever,
I even think once,
I feel like a dunce.
At times I can’t live without her.
Could it be love? lust? Well sure.
But then she shows no signs,
The “I like you” kinds.
It’s been a while,
And it’s grown to a pile,
Maybe even a mile.
I just want to smile.
It’s her face,
That gets me at every place.
I always look
To try at a hook.
But then she turns away,
And a broken heart is left to pay.
All she'd have to say is I like you,
And it might not be too late to say the same too.
I’ve been told to let it go,
But they all just don’t know.
I can’t walk away for too long
Because then comes some song,
And it makes me think,
Which may lead to ink.
It’s a vicious cycle of love,
Confusion all written above.
Is there any hope in it all?
Because I’m sure I might just fall.
But then whenever,
I even think once,
I feel like a dunce.
At times I can’t live without her.
Could it be love? lust? Well sure.
But then she shows no signs,
The “I like you” kinds.
It’s been a while,
And it’s grown to a pile,
Maybe even a mile.
I just want to smile.
It’s her face,
That gets me at every place.
I always look
To try at a hook.
But then she turns away,
And a broken heart is left to pay.
All she'd have to say is I like you,
And it might not be too late to say the same too.
I’ve been told to let it go,
But they all just don’t know.
I can’t walk away for too long
Because then comes some song,
And it makes me think,
Which may lead to ink.
It’s a vicious cycle of love,
Confusion all written above.
Is there any hope in it all?
Because I’m sure I might just fall.
