I wonder if there's someone,
Out there waiting for me,
Do they feel the way I feel?
Would they even share a glance?

Endless nights, I lie awake.
Staring at the ceiling,
Wondering if their out there,
Doing the same thing as me,

Do I play a part,
In someone else's story?
A hero for the damsel?
Or just another piece swept to the side,

Still searching,
For a love that may not exist,
Yet I still hold out hope,
That I maybe the hero in someone's story
© Forget Me Not