My soul and thoughts on a page

You make me physically sick
Knowing that in the morning when i see you i cant touch you
I cant hold you
Hold your hand
Lock pinkies
I cant stop looking at you
And it seems you cant do the same
I want you to look at me
You smile when i look back
But i cant keep looking at you
I think
You think i dont like you
That i dont want you
I want you so much im sick
Im sick of wanting you
But i want you too much to stop
I cant stop
I dont think i will stop
I hope you never stop looking at me but
I hope we stop dancing
I just want to lay down
Too much dancing is going to make me sick