There are words
and there are signs,
Or sighs,
of annoyance
at our futility.
Why, do you try
and gather up my hopes
Only to send them crashing
Back down.
Wont you hold me
Just once
Or take my hand
And look into my eyes
And tell me that you care
When you’re gone,
I miss you,
And I have no reason why.
I wish I knew
How to get you out of my mind.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC
There are words
and there are signs,
Or sighs,
of annoyance
at our futility.
Why, do you try
and gather up my hopes
Only to send them crashing
Back down.
Wont you hold me
Just once
Or take my hand
And look into my eyes
And tell me that you care
When you’re gone,
I miss you,
And I have no reason why.
I wish I knew
How to get you out of my mind.