What will I write about
if I fall in love?
I only know of lust,
of pining.

It gives me doubt:
what will I write of?!
Heartbreak turned to dust,
lights shining.

This emotional drought,
can I rise above?
Find in you some trust,
my silver lining.

It's a new route,
writing of love.
To try, I must!
No more whining.

Tonight
is one of those nights
when I just need to stare at the ceiling.

When I over analyze a word,
a punctuation,
an emoticon,
in an email.

Tonight
is one of those nights.

Suddenly I miss you
I barely know you
but I want to hear you laugh.

Sitting here alone
the sun fading before me
I want you here beside me.

I feel strange
wanting you around
thinking I need you.

Have I been lonely too long?

Suddenly I miss you
I really just met you
you always make me smile.

Listening to the winds
I know I might rush this
if you miss me, too.

Maybe I should forget
try to take this slow
but I suddenly miss you.

Have I been lonely too long?

I couldn't wait to see you
and when I did
it was all I had to confirm.

The feeling I had to sift through
all those i had hid
buried under a berm.

What should I do
open up a bid
let you make me infirm?

If only you knew
it seems I have slid
into a situation in which I squirm.

It takes all I have not to call you.

Could this man be my soulmate?
He made me laugh,
without trying.
He let me talk
without defying.

Could I find attraction in him?
The way we fell in step
and the way it was so simple.
We may begin to ebb
or we could grow, begin to kindle.

Could he be my soulmate?
Maybe he's the stepping stone
leading me to my match.
For now I won't be alone
waiting for the flame to catch.

This feeling nags,
tugs at my heart strings,
Composing a sad song.

Dear love,
first love,
where did we go wrong?

I saw myself in white,
I saw you by my side,
the only place you belong.

Now love,
first love,
you are long gone.

I miss your eyes,
how they shined,
they've been gone so long.

Dear love,
first love,
where did we go wrong?

Was it how you forgot to love me?
Was it my betrayal before you left me?
I thought our love was lifelong.

Now love,
first love,
You are long gone.

But love,
first love,
your memory lives on.

I thought about you today,
fifteen,
sitting on my couch,
my parent's couch,
when they were not home,
when we were alone.

I thought about the little details,
the ones you remembered from that day,
the picture on the wall,
the color of my sister's jacket,
the name of my dog,
how you wanted to hold my hand.

It's been almost ten years
and all I remember is regret,
regret for not kissing you on the boat,
regret for never telling you how I felt,
regret for letting her be your first kiss,
regret for my naivety at fifteen.