A Pretty Face
a pretty face has haunted my mind
all day today hundreds of times
yesterday she sat next to me
it captured my attention to a certian degree
and today i wondered what could it mean
i lost myself with in her dream
my thoughts have now turned into schemes
what to say and what this means
six more days untill i see her
and i wonder if she'll be more clearer
if she intended to be more dearer
like a child with a dream yet i still am
it's not a new thing it's as old as i am
infactuation or what ever it is
something inside me that i let live
what will i do with it, i have to choose
it's part of the game i can win or lose
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