Sometimes..

Sometimes, in my nights
I want to hold you tight
But with opened eyes
I can't have your sight

Sometimes during the day
With you I want to walk the way
But within my fist
I've nothing but sun rays

Sometimes in the evenings
With you I want to enjoy the swings
But when I stop to see you
There are nothing but empty things

Sometimes I wonder why?
Why I feel shy?
To tell thy
Things i want to cry!!!!!