I miss you like you wouldnt believe, its killing me not so softly.

I'm trampled under heavy foot, my hearts been on fire, 
now a mound of soot. 
I hope and pray and wish so much, that I could even have a look, a touch, a taste.
 I know things could be different, for instance, we could be smiles and fun!...
if I hadn't jumped the gun
and had you wishing it wouldn't go on. 
I'm stunned.
at how foolish I can act, 
at how frustration says words I cannot take back. 
 You're not mine.. I know that,
 but love is there 
and that's a fact.