Finding hope for myself
Only that I could be yours
Wishing that you would look inside yourself
Thinking of what we could call ours
Loving the way you thought of us
Only wanting it
We only see each other on the bus
Giving you little hints bit by bit
Every one tells you
Give me a chance
That I love you
And when I see you my has to dance
My heart flips and twist
I feel as if I'm gonna fall
And my head begins to make a list
but now all I'm doing is waiting for you to call! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem