Tell me you love me,
and there's no one above me...
Every time I think about it
I don't know whether to cry or laugh...
I miss that girl I never met
My search just isn't over, yet...
How often she asks me why I am like this,
I try to tell her what it is...
Roses are red, thorns do
harm, rip, and ruin...
This is the hand,
That you'll never hold...
At last I'm free and I can see
All it took was me to be me...
My pure,
I really don't care...
I sit across the room as I stare quietly at you,
Hoping this love I’ve found will someday be...
I wonder if you think about me like i think about...
i wonder if you love me like i know i love you...
I love you,
I know I do...
Why do i sink, when i wish to float,
and it all happened when i wrote...