My heart

My sweet lips went dry.
Worry not, I won't cry.
Reading your sad mail
Made me bite my nail.
Words that I can't tell
Made me feel like hell.
Think not of sorrow
For it will be ok tomorrow.
Hurting you is not my intention
Just longing for your attention.
What I have is a little heart,
Pull it not away in a cart
For my so called dream guy
His heart is not so easy to buy.

*ps : Yet again, another production of 2003.