Time and time again, I pass my thoughts between my hands. Should I give up, or wait it out? Go on my own, or ask for another sign? For what seems to be months of keeping my lips sealed and my limbs tied, the best I could do is keep mum.
I've been trying to decide on whether or not I should keep these dreams alive. Tonight, I sit and watch the stars as they shine in the sky, not alone, not like me.
Oh, why do things have to be this complicated?
I am draining my heart of these tears, this sweet wine that keeps me wanting more. I can't make up my mind right now because the thought of you makes my head spin round.
Why, oh, why must unrequited love be so damn difficult?
The sound of his voice and the image of his face fills my every dream. It's always him and I, together, forever. But, despite the sweetness of heaven, I feel a stabbing in my chest. What could this possibly mean?
I wonder, for I am asking questions I do not want to know the answer to.
