to read
the thoughts i can't have
i want to pull
and wade through you
until i find me.
i always want this from you.
every
moment
i'm with you, i just
want to know doyouloveme?
and to think that when i'm old and grey
i'll look back
on you and i
and remember how i wish you were mine.
now
i've just got this sad, sinking feeling
the lowers
from my head to my soul:
that when i am
old and grey,
you'll be far
from me.
