What am I supposed to do?
There's this girl I know. Most would call her pretty, I think she's beautiful. Some would say she's stubborn, I think she's strong. Some would say she's opinionated, I think she's thoughtful. Really, I could go on like this for hours. She's changed my world, taught me to feel. When we are apart, all I can do is pine for her. When we are together, she is all I can see. Part of me understands why we are not together all the time, but part of me doesn't. I nurse an open wound in my heart, though she doesn't see it. I long for her touch, her smile, the sound of her voice. It hurts so very much, and yet it is so amazingly good. I wish I could tell her how I feel, but I haven't the words. I wish I could change the world, so we could be together. I will talk to her soon, I will see her again. But all that I will know is that we will once again be apart. How can this be? Why is it like this? I once said that I would sell my soul for ten percent. I still would. If it were an option, I'd sign my name in blood. I'd be glad to do it. If it meant we could be together... Together more than a few nights a week... What am I supposed to do?
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