 | Its half past eight,
Hes probably out on a date.
Not a thought in his head,
No worrys ,no emptiness in his heart.But why should there be,
Cos the troubles with me.
It wasnt ment to be like this you see.
Just friendship, via our pc's.
But this friendship grew,
Probably more one sided, i knew,
I couldnt help,
Its just the way he makes me feel,
Alive and real.
I could go on and on,
Forever singing a prasising song,
But you know when its time to move on,
Truly, i hope hes doing fine,
All the best wished for the man on my mind.
by Opalite1@aol.com |  |