Drowning, falling, slipping away
my dreams are things I cannot say.
For the desire and hope, for what I need
Its the waiting that causes my heart to bleed.
The watching it pains me, to see you this way
Which is why I'm still waiting everyday.
For the answer to the question I dare not ask
cause I'm anxious and nervous its happening too fast.
But still I yearn for the warmth of your touch
to be consumed by emotions of love and lust,
and realize when I say this it doesn't just mean
that I'm hoping for something lewd or obscene.
Its genuine care for you deep down inside
these harbored feelings I cannot hide
that make me want to enjoy the sweet taste,
that mutual feeling, that blissful embrace
of a connection, a bond, between just those two
who created a hope for something new.
Something so special, its just for them to share
the comfort of knowing the other one cares
to fight back the pain and all of the fear
brought about by experiences over each of their years.
Yet still I stay waiting with all of the pain,
waiting with sorrow for some sort of gain.
Will the waiting be worth it when it all is complete?
Will my heart be whole or skip a beat?
These are the thoughts you put in my head
revolving around the first words you said...
"I think we could be really good friends..."