SUNDAY AFTERNOON

Here I am, waiting for a text
A text from you saying you're okay
And there you are working on your desk
Not minding your cellphone
With three messages from me.

Here I am in my apartment
Where I have been smoking this sadness out
And there you are a hundred miles away from here
Have you been preoccupied?
Without any thoughts of me.

Here are my peers, saying it'll be okay
With all of my doubts not believing it will be
And there you are happy as a bee
Did you find someone
Much more better than me?

Here I am ever so hopeless
Wishfully thinking that you and I will be
More than friends you and me.
I'll let every teardrop fall down my cheek
To show the world I cried for love.

:c