Talk to me

Oct 16 2010

Published by beza at 10:50 am under Sad Love Poems

Where are your brown eyes,
Those pretty eyes that I first saw
Those eyes that I am dying for
Why don’t I see them any more
They got me thinking crazy
They got me crying easy
In the morning they make me catch my breath
At night they cannot make me rest
Will ever hear me if I tell you
There is nobody that compares to you
Will you hold my hand if I tell you
That all I think about is you
Will you be there when I am alone
Will you ever talk to me on the phone
I wonder, I just wonder
Will my dream come true ever?
Or will you just be there not talking to me for ever
I don’t know how I will tell you this
Unless you see my eyes and notice
I have told people they don’t get it
They already got their own, they made it
That means I will just wait for it hopelessly
Until you come one day and talk to me.