We're so desperate

We're so desperate

to be found

to be touched

to be loved...

We look for it so much

that we imagine it

in everything...

every time that special

someone glances in your

direction...

it's contact..

For that single moment

your worlds collide

butterflies in stomach,

knots in throat,

for you, anyway...

Held the door open

for me the other day..

"thanks"

I wanted to say more,

but I didn't.

You walked off...

and I watched ..

watched as you walked away..

Why do good-byes always

end with backs turned..

Was it good bye?

Did you smile?

I couldn't tell

Could you smile?

Just this once for me.

Give me another reason

to dream on..

It doesn't have to be direct.

just look around the room

and flash a smile

I'll pretend it's for me..

I'm good at that..

Pretending...

so good in fact,

that you're already here.

And you found me,

and I touched you,

and you loved me...

I'm so desperate....