8.9.2015

Nothing

We talked a while, had a few drinks.
He prolly told me the underlying thoughts, they sunk in. He ain't into me,  he won't stay. He ain't mine to take, he goes his way. Still I can't help falling into him. Can't help missing him. I'll end up hurt, still ain't gonna miss a second. 

He will think things through and make his move. In time, when its right. It won't be me, but I can't help hoping. I love him, and it hurts.

Can't say it out loud any louder, and I still am not heard. The audience is listening another channel and I can't switch it. 

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