I don’t know why I miss you but I do
My nights and days are occupied with
Random thoughts of you
I don’t know why I miss you, but I do.
I wonder if I love you (do you see?)
The way I look into your eyes
With such melancholy
I wonder if I love you, do you see?
Each day after we part is like a thorn
One that pricks the atria
Of my heart with heartless scorn
Each day after we part is like a thorn.
Yet I know you were never meant for me
You never gave an extra thought
To our chemistry
I know you were never meant for me.
But darling should there ever come a day
When you give me a chance
To say the things I want to say
Darling, would my sentiment be fey?
May 07, 2007