you, with your laid back way and hair all mussed,
i beg your pardon for being so bold,
but i can't seem to grasp just how unjust
it is that i don't have your hand to hold.
you, with your dark eyes and genuine laugh,
i beg your pardon for being so shy,
but please understand i've always come last,
hard to trust it'd be unlike other times.
no one has ever made me feel like this,
yet i've made you feel nothing at all;
i've planted a seed i cannot harvest,
and every day further i seem to fall.
i am but a speck in your universe.
this can't be true love; it must be a curse.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 6:24 PM UTC
you, with your laid back way and hair all mussed,
i beg your pardon for being so bold,
but i can't seem to grasp just how unjust
it is that i don't have your hand to hold.
you, with your dark eyes and genuine laugh,
i beg your pardon for being so shy,
but please understand i've always come last,
hard to trust it'd be unlike other times.
no one has ever made me feel like this,
yet i've made you feel nothing at all;
i've planted a seed i cannot harvest,
and every day further i seem to fall.
i am but a speck in your universe.
this can't be true love; it must be a curse.
