The days that have past I've been in wonder.
Does she like me, hear me, or think I'm a blunder?
I think to myself, 'she has her own life and I'm not included.'
With the rain dripping down as my feelings become diluted.
I think about her every single day,
And I call you just to hear you say...
I love you.
Jason Summers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-do-you-see-me-2/
