Feeling pretty down right about now. I'm not really sure why. I should be happy with what I've got. Is that so impossible for me? =/
Wanting. Waiting. Wishing.
Wanting, because of all that you do. It makes me want you more, and my only hope is that you want me just as much. I wish we could just go into our own little world. At least there, everything would be okay.
Waiting, because I won't push you. Whatever is going to happen will happen. You know what I want; I want you. The rest is up to you. I will wait for you, I just hope it won't be for nothing, again.
Wishing, because there are so many things I want right now. Want, want, want. I sound like a little child. I know I can't have any and everything I want. But that won't stop me from wishing and hoping for it.
I admit that sometimes I'm jealous. You are a ladies man, to be true. But I refuse to act on it. Neither one of us deserves the mess that ensues.
How come I can never take my own advice when it comes to love?
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