• I lay wake,
    thinkning of you.
    I hate the days
    we do not meet.
    I dread the days
    we cannot speak.
    When I am with you,
    you light up the night,
    you make bubbles pop in me,
    you make silent ones scream out of joy.
    But the days when I am with you,
    but you seem to not pay much attention,
    I feel as if
    poison is dripping down my throat,
    killing my soul slowly.
    When you dont reply,
    I feel as if
    your falling for somone else
    and I dont belong with you anymore.
    Dont let this be, I beg you please.
    For as they say,
    to love is one thing,
    to be loved is another,
    but being loved by the one you love
    is somthing more.
    Did that somthing begin to fade?
    What am I doing wrong?
    Tell me please.
    I love you, dont let this be.