Admaration From Afar
Fingers that will never grace my skin, An arm that will never rest on my shoulders, Caring eyes that will only ever look at me in friendship. I would give anything, just to be loved by you, To be touched by you. To have an arm around my waist, a hand on mine, and a shoulder to cry on. I don't want to be alone anymore. I am tired of being alone . . . I am tired of no one caring . . . I am tired of not being loved . . . Hold me close in your caring arms, Touch me softly with your gentle hands. But I know you cannot, and I cannot love you. I have no right, to care so much For someone who cannot be mine. Not mine to love, Not mine to care for, Not mine to hold. It is she who gently holds you. It is she who cares so much. It is she whom you hold so close, It is she whom you touch. She deserves you more than I, So for now, all I can do, is admire you from afar.ok, so its not very good... oh well.... Written March 2nd, 2002 © on Mar 02 2002 02:21 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Fingers that will never grace my skin,..."