I stare at you with all the love,
And all the fear,
Of a girl.
I long to hold your hand sometimes,
More than I can stand.
And other times, I wish you dead.
But all the time, I want you mine,
And love every inch of you.
You couldnít imagine the fear,
and the pain,
I have in my throat when I talk to you.
Some days I want to laugh.
Some days I want to cry.
Most days I want to dance with you,
Under a starry sky.
But thatís just a dream.
Like foolís gold in a mine.
I know that if you could hear me,
Youíd laugh along these lines.
But thankfully, youíre asleep,
Curled up in that sleeping bag.
I know that you canít hear me,
But I wish sometimes you could.
Why is it easier to say things
When theyíre written down on paper?
I wish that I could explain the depth,
Of how I feel for you.
Maybe if you wake up,
Youíll explain it too.
But If I donít just ignore this feeling,
And let it drift away,
I may just fall into a mist,
of tears and dismay.
I love you to death my Ash,
But maybe youíll see someday,
I love you when youíre awake as well.
And I love you when you dream.
Iím waiting for you to love me too.
Iím glad that I saved you.