What are my chances with you....

Chances are, we’ll never meet
And I’ll never kiss your face.
Chances are, I’ll never feel
Your lips or warm embrace.

Chances are, only in my dreams
I’ll feel the softness of your hair.
Chances are, I’ll never smell
Any fragrance you might wear.

Chances are, you’re among
The many that I see.
Chances are, I’ve glanced at you
Perhaps you’ve even looked at me.

Chances are, you danced with him
So, I admired you from afar.
Chances are, late that night
I wished for you upon a star.

Chances are, you live in my head
Because I’ve dreamed you for so long.
Chances are, you don’t exist
But I pray to God I’m wrong...

Foolish Broken Heart!

I came to you
You asked me how I feel.
I talked with you
You asked me what I think.

Why is it so important
For you to know
How I always feel
What I always think
When it is equally, if not,
Far more important
For me to know

How you actually feel
What you actually think
At any given moment
             place
               or time?

After all that's been
Said and done
Why do we still
Have to play
This silly game of
You-hide-and-I-go-seek?
Why are you hiding?
What are you afraid of?
How do you feel?
What do you think?