Is it True?
I see you pass me by, in the morning and noon,
I pretend not to notice, but I can’t help but feel,
That any time you’re out of sight is too soon,
I can’t get enough of your allure and appeal.
I used to think love was something of fairy tales and fantasy,
Till the day I met you, and I knew,
That there was something, it was reality,
I told myself that if you were alone or hurt, I’d never walk away from you.
Sometimes I want to confess, so I can get the weight off my chest,
But you probably wouldn’t feel that way for someone like me,
I consider putting my feelings to rest,
But I hurt at the thought of letting you go and off with someone else you’ll be.
When we talk, it’s never long enough,
When we part ways, though temporary,
I try to ignore my aching heart, looking above,
To the starry sky, waiting for the end of this painful eternity.
But when I see you again, all the pain goes away,
I can let myself go, and laugh along with you,
It wasn’t long before I realized that without you, I couldn’t go a day,
Does this mean that my love is true?
I see you pass me by, in the morning and noon,
I pretend not to notice, but I can’t help but feel,
That any time you’re out of sight is too soon,
I can’t get enough of your allure and appeal.
I used to think love was something of fairy tales and fantasy,
Till the day I met you, and I knew,
That there was something, it was reality,
I told myself that if you were alone or hurt, I’d never walk away from you.
Sometimes I want to confess, so I can get the weight off my chest,
But you probably wouldn’t feel that way for someone like me,
I consider putting my feelings to rest,
But I hurt at the thought of letting you go and off with someone else you’ll be.
When we talk, it’s never long enough,
When we part ways, though temporary,
I try to ignore my aching heart, looking above,
To the starry sky, waiting for the end of this painful eternity.
But when I see you again, all the pain goes away,
I can let myself go, and laugh along with you,
It wasn’t long before I realized that without you, I couldn’t go a day,
Does this mean that my love is true?