Sometimes I contemplate, and others I know
To see your smile, the sight of your glance
It always hurts to not be what you ever need
I will not further waste your sight, your time
What makes my heart beat fast at times, also slow
Not the air in my lungs, blood in my heart
To have someone to hold by my side, that’s a start
Also to touch your skin, the posture of your stance
These things I’m not meant to know myself
To me, you are that book I can’t reach on the shelf
I keep my thoughts close, until now not to be freed
What I am saying is that you are what I crave
The words in the poem I hope you will at least save
I hope you sometimes think of me, and this rhyme
I have let you into my heart, and into my soul
Knowing you never want me, tears will always roll