Every once and a while
I find myself looking at you,
through the corner of my eye.
And I see you and I behold your beauty,
For you are my savior,
yet you torment me so.
Every once in a while
I find myself longing for you.
You talk to me and I talk back.
I show none of my true feelings,
Just once would I like show you,
What my feelings truly are.
I am afraid.
Afraid that things will never be the same,
Afraid that you might avoid me.
Think I am a freak, an idiot.
For I know that you will not be mine.
Not now, not one hundred years from now.
Maybe in a different place, and a different time.
But not now.
I know it will not be now. |