Things arent going well my love
I lay here on the grass, sighing
I look to the sky, 1, 2, 3 I count
My eyes droop low when youre not there
My friends just smile at this fact
For all they know im always like this
Im oblivious, this i know
some say im a fool for being brave
clearly they are wrong, Im madly in love
the signs are there, can they tell?
I smile all the time, not frowning once
except when i look at the sky
to dream of you once more, am I a fool to love?
At times i thought so
I did understand my pain
the crevices of my bitter distaste
1, 2, 3 I count, that feeling lingers still
Im no fool for thinking of you
so ill remember this, as a look at the sky
by
FallenAngelposted on 09/19/2007