Top Secret

Sometimes I try to figure out what is going unsaid But sometimes with the troubles I have they are better left unsaid Should I just give a card and leave well enough alone or throw caution into the wind and break my silent growns You indeed have found my full attention and with it comes good intentions But in all fairness I must first mintion That a darkness is held over my commision And what is my commision? The pursuit of one who showed a little intrest in me A friendly conversation a smile just ment for me To think of you I have new hopes Day and night You fill my dreams But I have to face reality About the illusive scene And if my eyes deceived me Then I beg you please forgive Burn this note with all my pursuits find my flatterings of so little use Please treat me with as little abuse As one who loved with little excuse (Repost)