a bittersweet scent fills the air

some are blissfully unaware
trap on their own world for two

some are filled with despair
trap on their hearts reserved for /you/

some are questioning what they have
some are still holding on the past
some are just barely holding on the pieces
some are clawing their way out

some are confused, some are clueless

some are waiting for a surprise
some are wishing for anything at all

some are hurting, some are hurting

letters, flowers, chocolates, surprises
let me show you my love

oh no we're just friends
this doesn't mean anything

you know that you didn't have to
I wanted to

thanks but...
I understand

**When will my time come?