Eight Months Down

It's all about who you look for in a crowded room

Eight months down and I'm still looking for you

I find you in the most random of places

I could pick you out amongst a thousand faces

I dream of the possibility of you and me

But then I'm brought back to reality

That if I opened my mouth I wouldn't know what to say

I'm writing this for you because it's the only way

To tell you what I've needed to all this time

This isn't the first time I've written about you in rhyme

But maybe this is the first one you'll read

So here it goes;

Ill be everything you need me to be

I'm ready to love you, if you'll let me.