Questions unanswered leave for restless nights.
Tonight I write, to ease my mind.
I cannot understand why I feel this strongly,
For a man, who I know cannot return my love.
He is a man who wants a woman, not a man.
I cannot hate him for being normal,
I am different. Regrettably so,
But it is out of my control.
If I wasn't like this, I could not appreciate him.
I would not have the same love for him,
I would not long for him,
Why do I feel so strongly for him?
Why is it that what I can't have,
Is what I want most, as if this was a story?
With those handsome brown eyes,
Cheerful grin, and gorgeous face.
There is not much to hate,
In such a sweet man.
His sarcasm mirrors mine,
His love for the stars,
His interest in my lack of feeling for pain.
He calls me his hero, that I am a good guy.
I want to be his hero,
I want him to know how much those words mean,
How much I love to hear them from his lips.
Lips I want to feel, with my own.
I am getting tired, and it's 2:35.
You work in the morning; wake up at 7:10.
I want to kiss you goodnight.
One of these days, I will get my chance.
One of these days, you may return it,
With a good morning kiss, too.