I'm sitting on my bed,
Thinking of what I fear.
People come and go,
They just don’t care.
Life goes on around me,
I don't participate.
I am in my own grieve,
What I really do is wait.
I dream about a day,
You will come to me.
Nothing else is important,
Why can't you see?
We met in the summer,
Now it’s almost finished.
Winter will be here soon,
Then the year will have diminished.
You have no idea how much I love,
Hope someday you will know.
It's so hard out here without you,
I'm not allowed to show.
I must pretend everything is fine,
But I am in a bay.
I can never tell you,
I cry for you every day.
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