Can't you see.

Love is like a clear blue sky.

 

Hate is the overcast of the night.

When is life going to love me, for me?

When is he going to realize.

He and I are meant to be.

Were just the same.

One of a kind.

L-o-v-e means more than a word.

It's an emotional we all go through.

When is he going to realize.

He and I are meant to be.

Two halves of a puzzle pecice.

Stuck together for life.

When is he going to look at me..

They way he looks at her....

When is he going to say in his mind.

'Hey, I think..I think..I love her.'

And only me.

It's not hard to fall in love with you.

But is it hard to fall in love with me?

Because.

I love you and only you.

Why can't he see.

He belongs with me. And only me.

He can't see past his glossy eyes.

To see.

We are very much; meant to be.

 

© 2010 Lauren.

Reviews

[darkgurl]

Simply Astounding! I like this alot. So well written and expressed.