Oh his hair,
his beautiful hair.
Replaced by the urge to be like everyone else.
His eyes,
his beautiful eyes.
Replaced by oceans that I wish I could spend my days exploring.
His smile is as beautiful as a sunrise, sunset.
When he takes a step my heart beats with him.
When he talks my mind follows him.
My mind cannot stop thinking about him.
Every day, night and everything in between,
he has taken over.
I wish I could have him.
But he's not mine.
She likes him.
I love her more than I'd like to love him.
I will give up my heart for her to be happy instead.
But oh how I wish I could indulge in this feeling, indulge in him.
He is so beautiful I could cry.
He is so beautiful I could die.
Why do we always want the things we cannot have?
Why do the things we want make us cry?
