her
in love with her i am
her eyes glitter like the golden sand
her flows like a river of molten gold off her shoulders
her smile like the white gold around her neck
her words like fire in my heart
as she walks by a feeling of drowsiness
like IM in a dream or like this is a fantasy
I always wait to wake up when she's in my presents
and when I sleep I dream of her only to wake up and find out that I was a sleeping
but then to go t o school and see her for real
its like living in a viscous torture circle
to know that my feelings for her are a waste
because she cares nothing for me
but then I speak to her everyday now knowing that there may be a dim light at the end of this tunnel
to know that there might be a chance
a chance to spend a day maybe two in her presents knowing that it may be more than just a friendship
but then to find out that it was all just a dream in my head to know that friendship is all there is in store for the two of us.
her eyes glitter like the golden sand
her flows like a river of molten gold off her shoulders
her smile like the white gold around her neck
her words like fire in my heart
as she walks by a feeling of drowsiness
like IM in a dream or like this is a fantasy
I always wait to wake up when she's in my presents
and when I sleep I dream of her only to wake up and find out that I was a sleeping
but then to go t o school and see her for real
its like living in a viscous torture circle
to know that my feelings for her are a waste
because she cares nothing for me
but then I speak to her everyday now knowing that there may be a dim light at the end of this tunnel
to know that there might be a chance
a chance to spend a day maybe two in her presents knowing that it may be more than just a friendship
but then to find out that it was all just a dream in my head to know that friendship is all there is in store for the two of us.
