To see you walking down the
hall. To see you passing now.
Avoiding you eyes, averting mine.
Feeling as though i'm not allowed.
Left, wanting, waiting, constrained,
and bound. Held reserved afraid to
tell you how I feel. So here I sit
so close to you, biting back the
words i long to nifally make real.
Seeing the dreams i've seen in
my head, the fantasies i long to
come true. Yet, here you sit beside
me, so close and so without a clue.
left wanting, waiting, constrained,
and bound. Longing to take you
in my arms, to finally break this
Yet, this is all a process, an
argument in my head. I guess
i'll just stay quite now biding my
time till then. Wishing that I could
know what you feel, how I will
know and when.