she's a typical type of woman.. she's so timid that she caught my eye and locked it up on her....
the way she smile's seems to be pounding my heart with ton's of metal rushingly and dreadfully unique...
how can i resist her vivid tapestry of word's for where she throw's in an obscure way that even i couldn't distinguish which and where...
till that day come's to and end...
the day she left and said goodbye...
can't even wonder how and why...
i mourned that day for i know..
that i haven't told her how i feel
how i want something so much for her..
that i thought she could at least give something in return..
Maybe i was wrong..
Maybe i was numb....
Maybe i felt the way i wasn't supposed to be...
Maybe i asked so much of her..
Maybe i should have told her...
I should have... should have.....
Maybe one day... one fine sturdy day...
we'll meet again... on that fine sturdy day..
i now could at least..
tell my feeling's for her.. at least tell her ..
about her inside me... how i feel for her..
and ti'll that day... ti'll that day
i'll stay this way.....