He tells me good-bye. For him was it ever real? When I was there was I really just alone? When he kissed me was he thinking of me? When we made love was it just a game for him?
He loves me, He loves me not,
there is never enough petals on the flower
The final petal drawn from the stem
is never the answer you want
24 hours a day most of them spent thinking of him, maybe I was wrong, maybe I wanted more then he was ready for.
These questions run through my head and refuse to let me sleep.
My heartaches,
my stomach aches,
what am I thinking, why am I so upset.
We talked about our pasts, and we shared our hopes and dreams. I feel bad for what has been missing in his life and I hope with all my heart he finds what he deserves.
I miss you!
There is no other way to say it.
Do you miss me? Did you care?
Was it ever real
The feeling of your arms around me
as you lay a kiss upon my head
made my body melt
I was your friend before we heald hands
I was your friend before you kissed me
I was your friend before we made love
If friends is all you want
Then friends is what we'll be
The ball is in your court dear friend
The next move is all yours.
Take care of yourself and that beautiful daugther of yours.
All my love to you both.
