This Is For You
I can’t help but think that you’re the best;
You’re so much better than all the rest.
Skin so smooth, and soft to feel;
Something tells me that you’re for real.
A smile so wide, with teeth so bright;
Something’s wrong, it’s just not right.
I toss and turn, I lie awake;
What’s going on, for goodness sake?
Do you know? Do you care?
Do you think of me when I’m not there?
You’re oh so kind, and quite sincere;
I find I’m sad when you’re not near.
I want to hold you close and call you mine,
Please let me know, just give me a sign!
One day I’m sure this will work itself out,
I suppose for now I’ll just sit here and pout.
And so I write and write some more,
I sit and pray you’ll knock on my door.
At two in the morning, or six at night,
Whatever the time, it’d be all right.
So feel free to stop on by
Come on over don’t be shy.
I write this with hopes you know who you are,
Despite what you say, you don’t live that far.
I know you are busy, so I’ll give you some time,
I guess for now, I’ll just sit here and rhyme.
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