I've been touch-starved by you,
I've been a prisoner of your love for too long,
I've been waiting on you every night
wearing my heart on my sleeves with no self respect.
Everytime I pull at my guitar, the strings go out to you,
When I look at sunflowers, I'm reminded of how you'd
call me "your sunflower" whenever I'd wear make up for you.
And I'd get giddy, I loved dolling up for you.
My heart is a journal of our love, and of the stabs you took at it.
I'm wearing your favorite strawberry colored dress while still waiting.
For you to apologize for all the hurt that you caused.
For your digressing against my trust.
Now the cherry blossoms bloom but my heart runs cold
The sight is beautiful but I'm lost in times old.
I burry myself in books, in books where love comes true,
Where I'm with smiles and not in tears, because of the promises that you failed.
I still have your sweater that I borrowed. I asked you
if I should return it, you told me "don't", and it broke my heart.
You may not feel the same way anymore but
You're still the sugar in my tea.
You're still my cold summer breeze, that uplifted me that year
That brought me out of my lows into the clear
That showed me I could be loved, understood and heard
But now why can't you hear?
Why can't you hear the cries of my heart for you
The love in my eyes that sheds tears every night for you
I hope I can bring you out of your low before it's too late
Before you're gone too far away where my hands can't reach.
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