I wish I could be with her.
I wish I could wrap my arms around her and tell her I love her. But I can’t.
I wish I could kiss her, passionately not quick and scummy like some people do. But I can’t.
She has her own crowd, she likes what she likes.
I think of her every day, always wondering, always hoping shes OK.
I would take a bullet for her.
She is my world but I’ll never be with her.