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.