All alone I sit here,
trying to get the guy out of my head who has been there far to long.
He is not interested in me at all be he is my everything.
I am crazy about him.
I see him everywhere in everything he is my world,
but I am his absoulty nothing at all.
He passes by and catches my eye;
I watch as he walks by knowing he does not know or care.
Still all the time I try to catch his eye as he has caught mine.
I waste my life away,
trying to get a chance with him.
He is everthing I ever needed everything I ever knew.
But still I am his nothing at all.
I dream of hi sweet blue eyes at night,
They are so beautiful almost as beautiful as his soul.
And when I am at my wits end,
I know I can think of the day I will catch his eye and go from
being his nothing at all ti being his everything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a terrible thing that you wait, he should be conked on the noggin and dropped at your feet..iip