Comes From the Heart

The days go on, These days pass by. Counting down, if I'm ever going to see you. I don't mean to be a control freak, but i'm afraid of this one thing. This one thing to, have to let you go. I never felt this feeling. I felt you repaired my heart. It was great to, finally have someone to care for. It was great to, have someone to care back. I never had that before, So don't know how to handle it well. I don't want to control. I want to trust. I don't want to make first moves. Wish they come to me. For too many times, have I made a move. Then been shot down. Spiraling far into the ground. I don't want to sit, and wait near phone. But want to see you, and be face to face. I can do better, I am a fun guy. I do care, I am fair. I hope I'm better then, those other guys. I know this poem, without rhyme, or rhythm, it comes from my heart.