If you ever see him crying
Like I dared to cry over him
Spill my soul at his feet.
If love is strong enough
It will prove to have two hearts.
Where hearts first meet-
Trusting an innocent youth
I'll sit alone and think of him.
Lost.
Forgive me, I miss him.
And if wishes were kisses
I would brush away these tears
With my heart and his kiss.
Hand in hand
I would not cry anymore-
So if you see him, tell him.
Alyssa Anne Vitry