I see her everyday,
I talk to her everyday.

I see her everyday, yet she feels like a complete stranger. She's always smiling, yet I sense the sadness in her smile.
She always says she's okay, but I hear the sadness in her voice. Her eyes, the gateway to her soul.
Her soul, filled with little creatures ******* away her happiness.
She's had these bugs for years, yet I haven't noticed them at all.
I have known her for many years, yet I don't know her at all.

Skinny, ******* and large butts...that seems to be what some guys call "beauty", but if they'd only take a moment to look at a girl's eyes and use them as a window to her soul, they might realize that people can be way different on the inside. Use those eyes to look at her soul and when she still seems great, then you can say "She's beautiful"

maybe
i should've given you
a second chance

the mind drags
all the starry array
into bed a quilt
to sleep
on a pillow moon
and dream-
weave the way
to new adventure
across the Milky Way.

I want to fall in love with
kisses in the morning, and
cuddling at night;

baking cookies on Saturday afternoons,
where I get to find flour in my hair at night;

singing new music in the car,
discussing politics over dinner.

I want to fall in love with
deep eyes, soft lips, strong arms;

movie nights, karaoke, open mics,
slow dancing, fancy dinners;

goofy inside jokes,
relentless teasing,
and a bit of friendly competition.

I want to fall in love with
outdoors summer adventures,
bright city lights over the holidays;

long walks on the beach,
nights spent under the stars.

I want to fall in love with
acceptance, tolerance, unyielding love;

forever and always,
you.

I miss the days
We used used to speak
This I know shouldn't phase
No talking has left us weak

Even if it's my doing
I wish we could talk again
For the feelings
I had for you should've restrained

That familiar feeling you get
In your own being
Is when all you have is regret
Soon you find out what you're really feeling