Mesto

I cannot bear to think of it.
Every wasted second of pressing the keys, finding the notes.
A song, composed by me, just for him.
The perfection of his face gets my heart racing.
Everytime he walks by, I stop breathing.
How his eyes glistens as he looks around to find that other girl...
Oh, how I regret liking him, but I cannot seem to stop thinking of him.
Why is it so easy to fall in love, but not fall out?
I hoped that someday I could play this song for him,
But I see now,
That day will never come...

well, that was cheesy, corny and mushy.
But hey, that's how I'm feeling at the moment.
yeah...... awkward....