The Story Of Him

On the walls of my room
night and day,
I'd write one name
everyday.
The thought of him
would make me blush,
Could i really be in love
or was it merely a crush?
I'd go and see him
sharp at one,
And though i would walk
my heart would run.
When i would see him
Sitting right there,
My heart would skip a beat
when i'd go near.
I'd look deep
into his eyes,
where i saw love, truth and no lies.
I'd tell him how much
i loved him
waiting for him
to say the same.
But alas! it would be
my time to go,
This was the time
I'd really feel sad and low.
Hoping tomorrow he'd say
he loved me,
Then my heart would
dance in joy and glee
I'd go to my room and
write his name again,
Whishing the day he'd confess his love
it would rain.
Funny that the one i love
lives in a frame,
He won't blink or smile
or confess his love.
He was he is will always remain
a mere picture,
But i'd still wait for him to come alive.
In a big car and a tuxedo
fellow inmates will look at us
as out of this asylum i drive.

R