Confession
I have a depressing confession for my peers
There is someone I have trouble forgetting
Even though it has been years
I still think of him often, imagining his touch
Although I have never felt it
I've always wondered so much
What would it have been like to feel him
To know his lips upon mine
For him to actually love me
For me to be on his mind
He was a good old friend but I wanted so much more
He has been gone a very long time
But that doesn't mean he's not adored
I can't stop thinking of him and the life we could have had
I don't mean to sound ungrateful
For the time we had I am glad
I just wanted to be with him, still do that's the confession
We have not spoken in ten years
But he has left the biggest impression
In my life and on me, for him I cannot forget
His face, his voice, the secrets he told
To be with him, I am all set
I am terrified he is gone now forever
And I will never get my chance
To tell him the truth of my feelings
And see if his love he grants
So I go on day to day
Thinking and dreaming of him
And I might until I'm gray
My chances of seeing him slim
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