I don't know what to write
on this page
I don't know what to say
or think
or do
My thoughts spin round and
round and round
Some of the things you do make me
smile
make me laugh
make me cry
make me scream
I think you know that I love you
(But do I know anymore?)
I don't think I'm doing anything wrong
So why don't you
accept me
love me
want me
hold me
The way I wanted to you?
Copyright Sara Randall, 1996