This Person

What it can do

There are times I can be soo cold,
When I feel my saddest,
As though the whole world goes dark when I try to open my eyes...
I feel as my world is black and empty,
Feel as though something is missing,
And I am not complete,
Is it a sign?
I cannot tell,
Yet I yern for that missing block to be filled.
As I lay anxious on my bed,
Daydreaming in my head,
Of a world thats been mislead,
Can this world be mine?
The one I don't want to look upon,
The one where that one is,
The one where I wish something was there...
So why is it,
That when I look into this world,
  I see this one persons face,
My heart beats a number of digits,
My hands begin to fidget,
A word i cannot assemble,
Lips begin to tremble
Can't think of what to do,
And can't help but love/like/hate, too.
When this person is around,
I feel as though my world is opened.
I feel as though I can breathe,
Feel like I can do anything.
This person brings me soo much happiness,
So much laughter,
So much care..
This person keeps me up at night,
Just to daydream,
Write songs about,
Write poems about,
Write in diaries about.
Forever is this person on my mind,
And this is why I can't find..
Anything better to think of,
Cause I do believe,
That our hearts can once be bind.....