He has my love,
He is everything I want,
But for some reason,
I can't open up,
He knows I like him,
That's just a fraction
Of how I really feel,
He is my rock,
He is the cause of my insomnia,
Cause I stay up thinking
Of him ,
He treats me right,
He holds me when I want him,
He's there when I need him,
Why can't I tell him?
He can tell how I feel about him,
But I guess that's
What makes him,
HIM.
