My Love

Something I will probably be embarassed about in the morning...

I love you so much, but
I don't know what to say.
I feel so confused, though
you get me in every way.

What should I do next?
I mean, I've already told you,
but you just sorta shrugged it off
you just have no clue.

I wish you could see how much
I miss you when you're gone.
With friends I get distracted,
but alone I miss your silly songs.

I just want you to know this:
I'm not telling a tale.
you are like my shovel;
I hope I am your pail.

I know this will be weird,
'cause you don't love me at all,
but right now I don't care
it doesn't matter to me at all.

Don't be afraid
to talk, to play, to kiss,
and pretty, pretty, pretty, please,
always remember this...

Even though our feelings
may not assimilate,
it doesn't matter to me;
I'll love you at any rate...