Waiting for Reply

Morning dawns, you didn't sleep
joy has filled your heart.
You couldn't sleep a bit last night
just think of songs in part.

"Did she like me? Does she care?"
you ask with all your hope,
or maybe first impressions killed you--
you answer yourself, "Nope!"

"Should I have?", and, "Could I have?",
you ask yourself right now,
but it is not the time to ask.
It will work out somehow.

Still you mope without an answer,
Days go by in pain.
Maybe it's you who she's forgotten.
It's driving you insane.

Friends inform you of the progress,
though it may be slow.
She's soon to call, they finally say,
once she does - you'll know.