I don’t know how to feel or think
When it comes to you
and where I fit on my end
And I feel so lopsided
You are my soul mate
You are the man of my dreams
But, I am not yours
And that’s ok, right now~~~
But will I ever rise above your past?
The memories?
The regrets?
The loss?
Will I ever become your dream girl?
Or will someone, someday
sit and hear the stories of “us”
on a Saturday morning?
NM 3-3-10