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Maybe I should've told you my heart's sorrows,

but I didn't,

and now, here I am,

counting down,

the days.

Just counting down the days.

With alot of sorrow,

and pain.

Just sorrow,

just pain,

but they grow, like a part of me,

and they seem to drown me,

like a part of death.

So here I go:

I shouldn't have lie,

I shouldn't have been so stupid.

I shouldn't have,

but I did,

but I was,

and it won't change me

or how I feel.

I care about you,

maybe more than I should.

Or maybe not enough,

but I care,

because it's your face I see,

when I go to bed,

or when I dream,

or when I sleep,

and I feel the pain,

the sorrow,

and I miss you, so much.

So much.

It's like a circle,

my thoughts on you,

always end up at the beginning,

and the end.

I dont' know whether it was something you said,

or did,

but you're everything I think of.

All this tme I was pretending,

pretending not to fall in love,

to busy pretending,

I forgot to fall in love.

I did,

I am.

Thoughts of you,

run through my head,

like the river Nile of Egypt,

so long,

so deep,

so fruitful,

and so destructive.

I dare not stop,

for the fear of losing hope,

because if I can not have you,

what then do I deserve?

I want to have,

not just to hold.

I want you near me,

beside me,

with me,

and within me.

Just to have,

and to hold.

Maybe not forever,

just for now,

and I think,

that maybe if I remember,

just to remember,

you won't disapear,

and the sorrow,

the pain,

will go away.

But they don't,

and they won't.

Now here I am,

counting down the days,

just counting down the days.

With alot of sorrow,

and pain.

Just sorrow,

just pain,

but they grow, like a part of me,

and they are drowning me,

like a puddle of death,

because you aren't here.

So far,

will you return my heart's call?

Just once?

So here I go...