Your voice.

That day you called me.
Asked if I was coming.
If I knew you were going to be there,
I would come, I would go.
I miss your voice, right here right now.

But since we're nothing, I know you won't call again.
But I'm still hoping. Oh all for wishful thinking.

I miss you. I miss your everything.
Your words, they seem to have a cooling effect on me.
Everything you say, I can't help but smile.
Trying hard for you not to see my smile,
you'll never be mine, ohhhhhhhhhhh.

Stop being so damn cute!!!!! :)

Your smile makes me smile :)

Today I saw you by the platform, alone.

After rushing out of class, I was hoping I could see you, even if from afar.
To say the last goodbye, that image of you that'll conclude my day.
Then in my own fun and laughter, I wanted to see you, longing.
Then I heard your name. My heart starts pounding..........................

There you stood, alone and lonely. I wish I could be there for you.
To ask you what's wrong and feel your pains and troubles.
But who am I to interfere with your life? I'm nothing, really nothing.
As the wind blow through your hair, I can't help but stare.
Won't you let me take a look at your heart? Just for now?
But I can't make it too obvious. Arouses suspicion.

Keeping you as a secret keeps my head spinning, my heart
whirling and trying to keep still when my mind keeps filling up with you.

As I remember those times and things that you did to touch my heart,
I really hope for more of those times. To see you, even if from afar.

I love how you would look at me whenever there's a chance.
I love how you would look out for my smile when you say something funny.
I love how you would give weird but amusing comments that fiddles my heart.
I love how you would squat next to my seat to ask me questions.
I love how you would ask about what has happened to me and my emotions.
I love how you would come next to me if what I said was unclear.
I love how you would lay on your desk whenever you're feeling tired.
I love how you would catch a glimpse of me whenever I laugh hysterically.
I love how you would look out for me when my favourite teacher comes in.
I love how you would talk to me out of the blue, like a little surprise.
I love how your little simple message simply makes me smile to myself.
But things, they aren't that simple ;(