My Side of Your Picket Fence

02/28/08
I can't make you happy,
You've made it clear.
When I point out the sunsetting clouds to you,
You tell me you are not as romantic as me.
When I offer you a piece of your favorite pound cake,
You squeeze shut your lips, your eyes, and shakes head no.
When I come to find you after you asks me to lunch,
You looks away from my eyes and tells me you've changed your mind.
I can't make you happy from my side of your picket fence,
But I am here for you,
Waiting,
Until the moment I have to go.