I held your hand, numb and cold
The warmth was gone
That tight grasp to my palm
Is now but a shy touch

I looked in your eyes
The emotion is different
From that warm look before
It's now but a distant glance

I heard your song
Just like a mourning chant

With that cold touch
And indifferent look
You're different, so different today
And I fear that tomorrow
There will be nothing to hold on...

The words
I should've said
the tears
I should've shed
the wounds
that should've bled
locked
deep inside my chest
in a box labeled
regret

Missing you always did feel like starving to death.
But I'm as addicted to the emptiness of your absence
As I am to the comfort of your love.
So close.
I was so close.
We
Were so close.
And now I want nothing more
Than to die of the lack of you,
However many years it may take.

I fall in love much too fast.
I try to appreciate people.
I've been hurt in the past,
But not all are evil.

I give them all the best of me,
Right out from the start.
I am a loving person,
Eager to give out my heart.

I find you here in waiting,
As if it's perfect that I've come along,
We begin to flirt and speak of dating,
And we enjoy the familiar song.

We speak of moments,
In warm embrace,
Our huddled warmth,
Held face to face,
A kiss on the lips from me to you,
Something pure, something true.
Something with a deeper meaning,
Something finally right on Que.

But when I finally open up,
You weren't ready to fill my cup.
Now I sit, in cold despair,
And I regret, the empty chair.
The one once held by someone true,
Who changed and changed as we grew.
How I long for those old days,
When my hopes were more than flames.

I am thinking of you day and night.
Every time you, my starting and ending sight.
But in the end all I can do is a parting sigh,
Whispering to the wind;
     I miss you . . .
              I love you . . .
                  Hope you'll have time.