I'm not shooting my shot.

I just want to be yours, and there is nothing more I yearn for. I dream of your smile, I haven't been so happy in a while. And you will never know all you have done to heal my wounds. I sit and talk to the moon, all I want is for you to want me too. I cannot be rejected if I do not make a move, so I will stay still, die on this hill of my own loneliness. Although, I always wonder how it could go. If I don't shoot my shot I will never miss.