Sometimes I sit down,
And kind of frown,
As I'm in love,
My love has evolved
For this one friend
And I tend
To only think of him
Though the reality is grim:
He doesn't love me back
And that is a fact
He is more aligned than a literal line
A crooked one is my line
I cannot tell him what I feel
The reject he'll inflict on me will never heal
He makes me smile
All the while
I feel loved
I feel above
So above, that I could reach the heavens
And feel like in there I am living
But there's days...
Days where I feel like...
like I am away
Away from the I've thrived
I...I need his smiling and happy energy
It feels like without it, it feels like a century
A century of sadness and misery
A century without happiness and liberty
If I lived that time, I would be dead
If I almost died, I would have dread
Not spending time with you
You handsome man, what would I do
Without you and your jokes?
Your laughs and your pokes?
I wish I could be your man
But I really can't
Not ever
....
not forever
God, why does life do this?
Why does life have to...miss?