I hate that I’m over you…until you start to speak.
It makes the wall I built grow horribly weak.
My head, it spins.
I don’t even know where to begin.
You’re gorgeous, inside and out.
The sight of you makes my soul shout.
I want nothing more than to be yours to hold.
Have a special place in that heart of gold.
But, you’re leaving soon.
And, all the hope that I had for me and you,
Will be gone.
You’ll carry it away.
On Sunday.
You’ll have carried it away.