| I saw a pretty spot today, I imagined you were there, Yet I knew deep down, We would never share, Would never hold, This pretty spot, Just the way I wished. Whenever I read a poem, Or hear a song, And I think of sharing it with you, I know deep down, It will never be, We will never hear the music, Just the way I wished. Wishing, wanting, craving, Will get me no where, Dwelling on what could be, Leaves me dried and parched, Thirsting for a drink, I can never have. Just the way I wished. |