All That I Can Do

All I can do, Is think of you, It's killing me from inside and out, All I can do, Is write poetry about you, It's making me sick, All I can do, Is sing and listen to stupid love songs that remind me of you, It's a record that's starting to crack on the edges, All I can do, Is think about what it would be like to be in your arms, Those perfect warm arms that have no place for me yet, All I can do, Is talk about you, I'm getting sick of listening to myself, All I can do, Is look at you, Your image has been burned into my retina as I sleep, All I can do, Is think about what a life we would have together, I feel I have lost my mind because it keeps getting lost in yours, All I can feel, Is the excruciating pain, It fills my soul within its pathetic vacancy, All I can feel, Is regret that I have not spoken with you yet, All I feel, Is hope that one day, I shall be in your arms, And that when that happens, Our hearts will intertwine as one.