Months have passed since we became
close friends.
Every day I find I'm thinking of you,
Though no word from you that message sends.
Though no word from you that message sends.
And yet we share all other thoughts and
feelings.
I cannot wait to tell you of my day,
And you give me the gist of all your
dealings,
Which makes me hope we walk in the same
way. Telling you this is opening a door.
That never can be closed again, and yet
I must, because I ache for something
more,That never can be closed again, and yet
Something that I must risk all to get.
I laughed at people still in love
Who trusted someone's word;
To make their happiness depend
On faith seemed quite absurd.
I lay alone and wonder-struck,
Sleepless in my bed,
Still numb, still dumb, still ice, ice
cold,
Not knowing I was dead.
Sometimes dreams are better off not
real.
Old yearnings drain away through open
gates.
Regretfully I tell you how I feel,
Yet with wounds that time will have to
heal.
Sometimes dreams are better off not
real.
to realize that I have a lot of to do.
for my future.. for my parents.. for my
education.
that want me to be a successful women
without any pain in love.