Can a nice guy like me be with a woman looking up at me bright-eyed?
I’m still waiting for that night.

In this generation our nation is sexualized
Happily ******* the ******* then crying
What happened to an eye to eye fantasy?
Its here but its taking a nap.
I’m not happy with that.

Romance is stronger than it ever will be
But it’s sitting in the back seat with bigotry.
While I’m in the cold, locked the keys in the car.
I’m sorry have I gone too far?

So while you laugh at my simple poetry
I’ll be looking for love, an anomaly.

It could be her that I’d love to see climb
A mountain that is larger in size than my ego
That ego you see at the bar
Just a judgment, that’s gotten you this far.

A nice girl once loved me with all of her heart
A long time for a honeymoon phase
yet still after all of those days
I was left alone at my worst.
Was I in the way?

So it seems that only love is conditional
Or was I?
“Why even try?” asked the nice guy.
The best of me was Ill deserved.

I found a shell in a desert of rocks,
put up to my ear and never would have thought,
know what I heard?

almost forgot but listen twice,
the whispering is nice.
pretty thing with gold streaks on the side.

I still don't know why it was hiding.
and still cant see her well
but only time will tell,
with sweet Michelle.

Left alive
with nothing but the universe inside of our minds.

As in
you were,
I was,
we are apart.

Life happens to the best of us.

Together it was so hard for me to say it,
but if there were a million of you then you'd still be my favorite.

She told me she was incomplete
she stared at me and cried.
We tried to fly so far away
And sink into the sky.

Nothing ever took my breathe away as much as her.
So I took every action just to see inside her world.
If I were lost I'd find a hand to blindly pull me through.
she kept this land more secret than the places that I knew.

More colors than I've ever seen some new inside of me,
Her energy surrounded us and swept me off my feet.
So now I fall upwards away from anything she was,
I asked myself if she would love me, now I know she does.

She asked herself if I was there
To free her from her dream.
It seems to be that I was sleeping now It's only me.
I ask myself again if I knew her from down inside.
An hour passed and then at last her memory had died.

I knew I was so incomplete
Alone I woke and cried.
A half forgotten memory
Of a woman not alive.