Perfectly indescribable feelings.
I can't concentrate
Start thinking of what your lips
would feel like touching mine.

I can't concentrate
what if I could have you
right now, a half hour ago,
tomorrow or weeks from now.

Wondering if you are feeling
how I feel the way I feel when I feel.
Is it only circumstance,
or destiny stalling, stopping?

I can't concentrate
I want to see you
talk to you, know you.
Recognize me with those
amazingly intense eyes.

Am I alone here?
If so, will you come to me?
If not, are you leaving me soon?

I promise I could do all the things
you need, even want.
Not because I have to
but because you make me need to.

Am I a creep?
A Hopeless romantic?
I can't even concentrate.

04/20/2004

Author's Note: Another piece from the prince of unrequited like. Shana.

Posted on 04/20/2004
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