Almost Gone

Sitting here waiting like you've been gone and I've missed you. Waiting is an issue because you stay on my mental. When we touch, I feel the chemisrty. And when we kiss, I only feel you and me. Of course that's how it's supposed to go. But I know for years, you haven't seen that glow. So why keep a good man on standy by? Why do I stand by. Patiently pursuing you. Whike you want to do right with the wrong guy. I ask myself why. Why do I put myself through this. Love gained and lost. My heart loves and quits too quick. I've been there for this long, still hoping for a chance. I'm the shy guy with a crush at prom. I'm still anxious for a dance. I'm waiting to hold your hand while we glide to a jam. So I can make you feel. That you only need me as your man. So take this as a written note. Don't leave me hanging with no rope. I'm bound to navigate to someone holding on to the same little bit of hope.