heyyou
11/04/07, 08:16 PM
He is sitting so close
I can feel the heat of his body.
Smell the scent of his hair.
Hear his chest expand at the taking in of air.
Everything would be perfect...
except his attention is elsewhere.
He can't see the way my body leans
to be that much closer.
Cant see the longing in my eyes.
the way they trace his every muscle.
his every curve.
His every movement.
We may be close.
But we could never be farther away.
i guess he'll never be mine
I can feel the heat of his body.
Smell the scent of his hair.
Hear his chest expand at the taking in of air.
Everything would be perfect...
except his attention is elsewhere.
He can't see the way my body leans
to be that much closer.
Cant see the longing in my eyes.
the way they trace his every muscle.
his every curve.
His every movement.
We may be close.
But we could never be farther away.
i guess he'll never be mine