Wounders

everytime i look at him i wounder what he is thinking.
i wounder if he still loves me.
i wounder if he loves me more or less.
everytime i look at him i wish that i could read his mind.
just to know what is going on with him.
he never tells me what he feels.
he never tells me that he`s sorry for things that he does.

everytime i look at him i wounder what he wants.
i wounder what i could do.
i wounder how i could change him.
everytime i look i him i wish that i could love him more.

by tiffany rogers

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