My First Worried Poem About Dylan. (go back »)

It's getting kind of late
I'm here all alone
So many thoughts in my head
I wish you'd call me on the phone

To tell me you love me
And that I have nothing to worry about
So I won't feel the need to
Rip out my hair and shout

From this stress I've caused
For myself and maybe for you
I hate knowing the fact
That I only wish you knew

How much fear is inside
These scattered thoughts of mine
Knowing how you treated her
I wish there was at least a sign

To tell me to go for you
Or stay the hell away
I guess I'll cross my fingers
And hope that it'll be okay

Please don't think I doubt you
I really believe in your words
I just need to know it's okay
So these thoughts will fly with the birds

Put your arms around me
Tell me what I need to hear
Kiss me so softly that
I won't ever have this fear