There was a person who made me happy. I'd always laugh at his jokes. Make him feel right.

I want to be his, but he'll never be mine. I wait on the sidelines hoping one day that I 

would be his. I would wait an listen to him. How she tore him down every day an hurt him

with pain. I would watch her lay her hands all over him an he never bat an eye. I would see 

the passion in his kiss to her an hers; but not for him. I waited so long to see an hear why he 

 stayed with such abuse. I wasn't allowed to ask why, or when. just listen to him vent. 

No jealousy crossed my mind because I knew he'd never be mine. I would never see other

girls envy me. The smile has faded, the laughter gone. Him in a grave; to him my heart belonged

I would always be waiting be he would never be mine.