over what that comes to me, what do we as people really need, love ? that over used word that me my whole heart belongs to you, even if you don't return the same feeling, I'm hurt but do you really see me though, i talk, but when i stand next to you, i smell your same colon you use everyday, I see the clothes you wear as a bountiful of beauty, your every word deepened within me, i remember your touch when you caught me falling, and in that sweet voice that asked me if i was okay... you are just on my mind everyday, and i must one day tell you, i love you.