Your on my mind all the time ,And I'am just
Lost in the memory but its fine

Someday you'll see I was the real one ,I just wish that day would come

Patently I'll just wait I have no choice, Its meant to be said the little voice.

If not in this life perhaps the next, silently I wait looking for your text

I stare at my phone hoping it will bring the joy I recive from that one little thing

I think to myself if only she knew , things would be different and me not so blue.

But I know its not true, I do all I can do. maybe I'am not the one after all.

It matters not someday you will see ,its always been just you for me.

Walk my beach in peace

Step into my ocean and dissolve

Sink into the warmth of my soul

Leave not a scar on my heart

One thing Ive learned writting poetry
There are many people as lonely as me
Forsaken by love ,broken of heart
Holding out hope for a fresh start
Hopeless romantics writing away pain
Facing each day with a renewed disdain.

Just a verse to tell you how missed by me you are.

Every time I walk the beach or wish upon a star.

I think about the good morning txs and wonder how you are.

I cant belive it still feels like this without so much as a kiss.

I often wonder how you feel, and if know how much your missed.

Time its said heals all ,I dont think it will this.

If this seems unfinished I suppose that would be right .

I sit and look at the stars and make my wish again tonight.

My heart hurts more everyday. Time does not heal all wounds. But rips the flesh to the depth of a casam. I miss the good morning tx the light hearted banter. Having someone truly caring . But it is atlast a fragile reality.  I have to be without you and you without me . I wonder did it mean to you what it ment to me . The answer
I know but prefer to pretend that you miss me too and this is not the end .

Spring is when love blooms.
Summer is when it grows.
Fall is when it soars.
And the cold hard winter is when it dies.
Su

I spend my time wandering with those who are lost.
For they are always searching for thier dream **** the cost.
A seeker I would rather be ,then a finder of  a life of mediocrity.