When I open my eyes, I hope to see.
You in the morning sunlight.
Sometimes, The time we spend together.
Really isn't enough.
When you and me are together I feel so,
at home, so far from alone.
What are we going to have to do to make or break us?
Is it really just time?
What do you realy think, when we're apart from eachother?
Do you think of us?.. Or think of you and me apart.
If this is what I call home, why does it feel like I'm so alone in this place?
Sometimes, I wonder if I really wish we'd fall in love.
I think that, almost all the time.... But sometimes... I think of what I'd be, without you in my life. Only sometimes.
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