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.
Copyright © Knowledge Hill | Year Posted 2015
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