Many nights i think of you, my mind ponders
what to do. You say you love me but i'm not
so sure, the fact is you seem to be thinking
of her. I love you so much, but so often you
are cool to the touch. Rarely will you open
up to me, afraid of what i might see. But
everything seems to be coming into place,
in your heart is not a picture of my face.
Maybe over time this will cease, and both of
our hearts will be at peace. But until then I
cannot rest, with this sinking feeling of
second best. I pray to me your love is true,
but I still haven't fiqured out what to do.
Everyday I spend with you brings me pain, for
the thought of my heart being slain. I know
you can't help how you feel, I just pray your
love for me is real. But I cannot force you
to find love like no other kind. I don't know
whether to stay or leave, I just want to be
loved not decieved
done by christine