a single solemn rose
swaying by the breeze
the bouncing sound of your laugh
jumping up incrementally
laying in your arms
you in mine
that is bliss, I feel

if kisses were platonic
I'd want to make out

I came upon a realization
that the man who stands before me now
pulls memories from my cognition
of the man who brought me down to bow
and though the situations differ
he still shakes me to my core
and I try my hardest not to suffer
for if you left, my mind would bore

are you aware of all the time
that you spend pacing in my mind.
your name just seems to rhyme
with every word I seem to find.

I find myself turning to you
yearning for you.

I know not how I love you,
but I know that I do.

it is nice to keep your friendship close, as you leave your mark on my every thought

I love to share them with you

where I fail to say what I feel
many before me have succeeded
my fear stops me from sharing their words

much like then is now,
though a different goal.
the means stay the same.
to imagine a thought to change the mind.