We never really talk that much.
It hurts because I miss his touch,
but today I finally saw new hope,
and might be able to cut this rope
that binds me to this darkening hell
and gives me such a depressing spell,
for today we finally talked again,
and my life might finally start to unbend
out of this twisting, torturing time
and maybe again he'll become mine.
I can't stop thinking about the kiss,
the one he placed upon my lips,
or of the wonderful words he said,
"I love you", it keeps running through my head,
I wonder if he ever thinks of me,
as I think of him so passionately.
I hope that we can be together again.
If not then maybe we'll at least be friends,
but for now all I can do is sit and hope
that he'll come to me and cut this rope
