And once again,
It's two AM.
And she's awake,
Writing about him.
She can't explain in words,
Those feeling that occur,
When his face drifts in her head,
So she sings about it instead.

When he says hello,
Her thoughts just melt like snow.
And when he walks her way,
She forgets just what to say.

And once again, my friend,
I'm up at two AM.
I sit here all alone,
My thoughts shift into poems.

In the dark,
In the backyard,
Right before you go away.
Just once.
4 simple seconds.

I'm sorry that I'm not the perfect daughter you had hoped for.
I'm sorry that my grades aren't all A's.
I'm sorry that I look like I'm about to laugh right before I cry,
And I'm sorry that after being your daughter for my whole entire life, you still haven't realized that.
I'm sorry that I have friends.
I'm sorry that I spend so much time on my computer.
I'm sorry that I listen to music and I'm sorry that I write poetry.
I'm sorry that I stay up so late.
I'm sorry that we have different priorities.
I'm sorry that I wrote this,
And I'm sorry I'm not perfect.

I have drifted around
The fringe of your life
Occasionally popping in
For a chat, or a hug
When courage struck me
But I always faded quick
When the fear returned

You see, I know myself
All of my flaws
My inadequacies
And my great many failings
So I always have felt
That I wasn't good enough
To waste your time

Your beautiful
Which is overrated
When compared to the extreme interest
To be found in your thoughts
Your sadness
Your history
all things which I wish to become intimate with

So perhaps someday
I will make a move
And invite you into this little world
I call home
But until that day, I shall live at a distance
Fading in and out of the periphery
A ghost, or a hint of a promuise

have you ever asked
people to promise you
the impossible because
you want reassurance
that they will not hate
you if things ever came
down to choosing?