is much different that what I do
You are beautiful...I guess that's just how I would start
No no no. That's not right at all.
I dream of you still, I think about you night and day.
No...not right either...it's actually kind of creepy too.
When we were friends, I never knew what I had
I should have let you feel how you made me feel
Every time we touched...accidentally of course
Every time your eyes lingered on mine for just long enough to let us both know
what we were hiding from ourselves
I wish now that I could touch you again...not accidentally
I wish I could look into your eyes longer and longer still
I wish most of all that you would read this and know it is you who I am writting about.
But, you won't.
And I can't tell you what I want to tell you
Not even if you didn't know it already.
Note from the author: Yeah it doesn't rhyme. But have you ever tortured yourself to say the thing you wanted to the most after your chances have passed you by years ago? It's too late to let him know now....what can I expect?