28Jun/09
Wright Way
My infatuation started, with a look from you.
Standing in your bed room door way.
Went weak, at the very sight of you.
Grabbed my coat, and said good morning.
Thanked you once again.
Is it he youre fighting for, or a peice of mind.
Is it what you waited for, or another day behind.
Its plain to see, your eyes becon for me.
Its heart breaking, to see you with that other boy tonight.
