I have known her for ten years
She has been on my mind for eight
Daily
The only problem,
I don’t know her anymore
The only other problem,
She thinks she knows me
But she knows who I used to be
She has no desire to rediscover
So, it seems dumb
For me to tell her that I love her
But,
I do
How can you not love something that you think about daily?
Always on my mind,
With that pretty fucking smile.
That smile
That ability to laugh.
That knack for ignoring me
That perfect way she doesn’t know I exist
All I want to do is to take you out for coffee
Tell you all of this
Hoping the best but preparing for the inevitable
Would you even say yes to the coffee?
Even when I'm not taunted by that beautiful, perfect smile
You are on my mind,
I run through this conversation, everyday.
Someday soon, I will have the courage to say,
I love your soul and the light it brings me.
All I have to do is ask,
Do you want to go for coffee?