Decisions


I wander these streets and search my soul for any little sign
That I could live the rest of my life without you by my side
Of course I know this search is futile for I know that I can not
And yet I can't help but try even though I know it's for naught
For the sake of my sanity or at least what's left
I must make a dicision, though perhaps it means my death
I'll either pack my bags and leave or tell you what's in my heart
For if you do not love me we will have to be apart
Being around you but not with you is slowly killing me
Every time you look at me I feel my knees get weak
Every time you take my hand I feel I'm going to die
I can't even bring myself to look you in the eye
Oh God! This agony is tearing my world apart
Only your tender words can ease my aching heart
But will you utter thoses precious words that I so long to hear?
For the thought of living my life alone, without you, is to much to bear
How I long to hear your tender words and feel your gentle touch
Just to hear you say "I love you" once would mean so very much
But still I can not bring myself to tell you how I feel
And so the pain with which I live becomes even more real
My love for you rises up like a volcano ready to burst
Nothing else can calm it except your love for which I thurst
So now I must decide which way I'm going to go
Walk up to you with head held high, or away with head hung low


copyright 1999

To the Loft

1

Hosted by www.Geocities.ws