There's someone that really
loves me,but what do I do.
I stay up late nights dreaming
up poems to write about you.
I wouldn't call it an obsession,
cause id never cross that line.
You keep telling me that I'm not,
but I feel I'm just wasting my time.
I'm setting myself up for heartache,
which is coming sure and steady.
You said it best,if we were meant to
be,then you would be mine already.
Its common knowledge that I love you,
but you have no clue to what extent.
I long for you to feel the same,but
you never will,much to my lament.
I always tell you what's on my mind and
how I feel,which is usually a mouthful.
You've said you have true feelings for me,
but your sinserity is somewhat doubtful.
Its never going to go anywhere,so why
do I even bother anymore with this.
I mean it even pisses you off if I
just ask you if I've been missed.
You rarely ever show me any love,and
you damn sure aren't ever amorous.
At times you're so indifferent towards
me,its to the point of being callous.
Maybe when I ask if you miss me,you don't
answer cause I may be hurt by your reply.
You say you don't want to lose me,
but you refuse to tell me why.
Id like to say I'm done with this,but
I know ill love you as long as I live.
At the same time I just can't keep this
shit up,something has got to give.