Laying in bed staring at the celing...thinking of you...
what you smell like, your laugh, your smile...your touch...
I stare at the celing and i hope pray and wish that you will be mine and i will be yours...
then i realize that the reality of that may never come true...
Then i start to wonder what is real and what is just an illusion....
The love i want to feel, the way i want to be held, may never come true....I may never find you, i may never get to look in to those eyes and see true love....
True love does exist...i think i have seen it...but have i felt it? As i lay in bed at night i create a place of only love...only committment, only truth. Does this place exist? this I do not know..i cannot fully understand why love avoids me, why you avoid me and why life is the way it is.
I never trully loved him...i see that now....i never really expierenced love before...but i know what love is...
Its the way you look at me when i walk through your door
Its the way you blush when i flash you a smile
Its the way you hold me when day has been to long and the night to short
Its the way you love me....just plain and simple...love
And now i continue to lay in bed and stare at the celing...wondering, praying, hoping, what will come of tomarrow...
