I long for you badly.
And I write about you like crazy.
Words help me put out much of the feelings
Which are otherwise tightly compressed...hurting from within.

I know for sure its not love.
Coz I've barely spoken a sentence with you.
And acted in the most stupid manner possible.
You surely must be laughing behind my back.

I don't know who you are
Or even how you are.
I only know whenever you are there,
There's a quick and silent beating of the heart.
...and a lot of butterflies land in the stomach and I simply don't know from where.

I know for sure its not love
Coz when you are with someone else
I burn for a while
But then I simply don't care.

I know you're just a passing moment.
Very much unlikely to be a part of my comming days.
But for sure, in the present, your presence makes me crazy.
Coz somehow I know you are the only one I might as well never achieve.

Belive me. I'm not quite good at keeping relations happy.
I know you'll be much happier with someone else...someone special.
I don't want to spoil the unspoken magic between us,
Which of course you will never feel.

We wanted to fly,
We did.
We wanted to touch the heavens,
We did.
We wanted to know more,
We did.
We wanted to live our dreams
We did.
I wanted to speak out my love,
I couldn't.