The truest form of sadness

Every time i see your face, your smile
I must admit i need you.
I'm in such awe as to how you perfect perfection
I would give every ounce of my being if I could only be yours.
the truest form sadness is being physically close to someone and knowing everyday you would never be able to have them.
I want to reach out and touch your hand but i know you would not accept mine. The truest form of sadness is loving someone who can't love you back.
I cry my silent tears for you as you never notice me worshiping you from afar. Too caught up in the bliss of life, who would notice someone as pathetic as a humble, love sick girl?
the truest form of sadness is never being able to share the misery of a silent heartache.
my battered heart leaks emotion into my tainted soul only condemning me even more into the black pit of my own being.
The truest form of sadness is never being able to get the person you love.
before i die, hold me tight just once, and i will know for sure that my whole life wasn't in vain.