And just if, what if someone is staring at the same sky, the same night sky as I.
This is just a what if scenario, best-case scenario yet, worst-case scenario is I am staring on my own.
And just maybe, maybe someone is thinking the same thing, the same thing we both desperately cling.
This is just a maybe, a one in a million chance, some hopeless romance that maybe is making me crazy.
Perhaps it's my writing that's speaking; not my words or my lingo, nor these verbs are really in syncro.
Words are for what my voice cannot say, it's hard for me to express without being cliche.
None of my verbs ever seem to click, nothing new since I am known for not being part of the clique.
But what if just maybe there is somebody, could be anybody, maybe it's everybody.
There must be someone staring at a night sky, flat back as he lie, wondering if he is only guy.
The only guy who had never felt this way, nor will he ever know the feeling someday.
The feeling I so desire, more than I require.
Wish I could stare from above, tell him there is a thing called love.
