afrade

day after day,

i sit and wait,

i sit and pray,

for the straught to call you on the phone,

yes it seems dumb,

but im in fear of saying the rong thing,

thoe i know you love me,

and i do so for you too,

but i get afrade you may say no,

or i may say what may make you mad,

its depressing, and yet sad,

in fear of loseing you,

and all i want to do,

is call and say,

just to let you know,

how much i love you,

i'd do anything just to see,

or hear from you,

the way i can only hope,

you would for me too,

if i could only just stop being afrade,

i wouldnt have to wait,

to hear your voice,

and your awnser,

to pick up the phone,

to call and say,

just how much,

i love you,