Why is it when I look to you, you turn your head away? Why is it when I cry, you seem to have bad day? Why is it when I ask you to call me, the numbers you just can't seem to dial? Why is it when I laugh you always seem to smile? Why is it when I ask you about marriage you always change the tone, why is it when I wave good bye, you never say see ya soon?
The answer to all of your questions are simple and unique, I find them very timid, very small and very meek. You ask me way I turn my head when ever you try to speak, because you take one look at me and think I am a geek. You ask my why I have a bad day when ever you seem to cry, because I take in your tears and I just want to die. You ask me why I don't call even when you plead, because I know I'm something, something you don't need. You ask me why when you laugh I always seem to grin, because when I look at you i think of what could have been. You ask me why I change the topic when you talk about couples to be, because I know you love some one and it certainly isn't me. You ask me why I say nothing when turn around and leave, because there is something I want to say but you will never see. The answer to all of your questions is simple and unique; I find it very timid, very small and very meek.
You say such silly things for the answers that I seek, your cute, your smart, your hansom, you're certainly not a geek. Just because you always have you nose berried deep, into some book of knowledge you're certainly not a creep. I find it cute the way your hair is slick with gel, I hold in all my feeling but hay what the hell. I step a little closer to make you feel uneasy, my stomach isn't steady and it's making me feel queasy. I take your hand in mine and lay it against my heart, I press my upon you and the shock shoots you like a dart. Without hesitation you press yours against mine this isn't bad at all, in fact it is quite fine. You and I just stand there locked in a deep connection, after all this time we both receive some attention. "I love you" I whisper as our kiss is shortly broken, "I love you too" you murmur back and I take it as a token. Now as I stand here with my eyes staring up at you, I know that we belong together and our love for it is true.
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