I love what's not mine
Sadly it'll never be mine
His smile
His cologne
His accent
Everything about him is wonderland
I've had hope
But I cannot have him
I can't call him mine
Atleast it's morally wrong
I can't hold his hand
Eyes are looking and the wrong one will see
What my eyes are longing for
In hope but it's not mine
It's not mine is all I hear in my head
But I like him
Not a little bit but alot...
K