For him

Why can't the winter just come?
I miss those dark nights
and walking outside,
thinking,
what have I become.


Luckily autumn's colours gives me hope,
which seems to be  sometimes almost completely gone

Drinking my glass of whiskey,
in the candle light
and smoke of incence,
I was thinking,
that shoud I drink also a glass of wine?
 

Candle light shadows playing on the wall,
I'm laying on my living room's floor,
missing and wishing,
that he would call

Drop a tear or two,
I'm scared,
that I'll make myself completely a fool

I'm trying to keep my distance;
not to make myself pitiful
because I know,
it's not right,
I'm thinking him every single night

And then I'm having my smoke,
like I always do,
and secretly i'm hoping,
that he would have the same feelings for me too

Maybe he knows,
maybe he has a clue,
but if he ever will read this,
i hope he'll let me know,
can my dreams ever come true.