My foolish heart,
to fall crazy in love,
way to smart.
Or so I thought,
not wanting to love you,
strongly I fought.
Now it is to late–
my heart is forever yours,
each night for you I wait.
My behavior turns childish,
for your attention I act selfish,
my words become foolish
to hear you say just a few simple words,
I wish……
I struggle with the one thing I have no control over,
praying for an answer,
tears spill over as I become weaker.
What more must I do, what more must I say,
On your doorway,
I lay…..
On your footsteps,
I play…..
In your hands,
I am clay……
All I ask is for a moment,
a little of your time,
just a fragment.
An honest emotional word or two,
with me you have become so silent.
My heart breaks at the thought that I am unpleasant,
when looked at by you do you only see me as absent?
What shall I do?
unexpectedly my feelings grew.
Now I am a mess,
crying over you.
I feel to you I am no more than a burden,
with little value.
I receive no feelings in return,
so I ask is this true?
Or am I suffering from nothing more than—-
my love for you?