Here In This Garden

Here in this garden,

I think of you and wonder what could have been,

I think of the time I read to you my favorite poem,

And looked right into your eyes,

I thought of kissing you that night,

But I was taken to much by fright,

For I can never know if you like me,

At least the same way I like you,

Our worlds were completely separate,

With the only interactions being the ones that we have,

Some tell me to just go for it,

Others say it would be a mistake,

For our past is not the cleanest,

So fill this last glass with liquid courage,

And give me a chance to take off my mask,

I wish I could just ask for a chance,

For you to see the prince within the beast,

It’s the same story every time,

The beauty can never learn to love him in the least,

We keep moving on and on with our lives,

But I will waste away in my lonely garden,

Waiting for the chance,

But I’ll fool myself, cause you won’t return,

I’ll think of all that we could have been,

Wasting here in this lonely garden,

By The Gardener