I'm sorry for the nights you spend asking yourself why
I'm sorry for the time you spent waiting for me to reply

I'm sorry for toppling your reality too soon for you to prepare
I'm sorry if you thought that I never really did care

I'm sorry for the anger and the pain and the tears
I'm sorry It ended up like this after all this years

I'm sorry you asked if I'd be here and I always said I would
But most of all I'm sorry I didn't love you like I should

so young,
you've already taken
the world
by a storm
grabbing their gazes
enticing their ears

so old,
you're still taking
our hearts
by a gentle breeze
sweeping us off
of our feet

you are the element
natural
and
unstoppable

what if we could write on the stars
the way we write with paper and pen?
in that case,
i would be writing love letters every night
for a pretty soul too far away.
i'd point my finger at the sky
and trace it delicately,
then you would go outside at night
the evening breeze would whisper "look up!"
and the constellations would tell of the love
an admirer sends to you by cosmic delivery
across distances of time and reality,
from a world much different from yours.

Oak sprouts from soil,
leaves dangiling on the tree,
Sit, and watch happen.

Crushed pieces
Of two glass hearts
Didn't find their missing parts

But instead
Found each other
And fit perfectly in place

The first molded with the second
In the heat of the moment
Held from head to toe

A perfect masterpiece
From sand to art
A love so high from low

i tried to write a poem about him
but the entire english language fell short
someone teach me the language love