So much to debate
You claimed you wanted to date
But the night we met
Was a beautiful happy mistake and I was your regret
As I gazed
My heart sank
I should have stood my ground
I'd rather be ripped apart by these sharks
But the sun dried my eyes out
I'm a go for a drive, one day I'll feel alright.

I've captured beautiful moments, had amazing feelings.
I've ignored my mental judgements because I don't want to doubt everything my heart screamed.
But slowly through the time my messages always been ignored or left on seen. Her
Attention begged for my attention and the next day she was no where to be seen.
Funny how things changed after I'd promised her everything. I was quickly replaced.
I ran across the fields to capture the red flag. Survived it all to wish I had put it back. What's up with these red flags with a high damage? I've chased her like dreams expect I can't have it. Plenty of love on this planet. But I wanted hers ******* it.

Love is a desperation cried out loud from the broken. Been taken for granted for leaving my heart open. Had a few almosts, began to believe in ghosts. These days it's a matter of popular demand, what's potential without a chance?
I've been on both sides of a few love stories, still managed to fail though. My time will come because losing means I've got much more to lose. I can't count how many times I've lost and found myself. Sometimes it's a matter of self love or a bit of help. Many of us got so far with no guidance, real ones call that independence.
One day love will find me again.

A mixture of laughs and music hit this town with a perfect volume. I feel the happiness that's meant to be loud.
Lots of smiles in this crowd.
Kids horse playing and families so proud.
I don't want this moment to end, I'm enjoying me a few beers watching rejoice come in.
I love a small town get together
Plenty of food and plenty of family friends to be with.

She promised me a beautiful picture, something unique and out of place.
I had no idea what could have been better. It was either her personality or the sincerest smile from her beautiful face.
I would think about it all day, her art would take me far from this dark age.
But the storms chased me. At least her affection silenced the rain, was able to wipe my eyes to continue my path and seek out the change. I can write about this as a memory, turn the page and describe a feeling. Write a chapter about a couple of things. Her perfect canvas hung above my bed. Funny how that picture replays that experience over and over through my head. I had no idea she was the storm I needed to escape from, things got darker and louder the more attention she attempted to play out for me. Reactions of hers were so dual, feelings got so cold. Lips felt lifeless, now my anxiety reached its highest. Her art became my bitter sweet masterpiece.

I've been feeling so alone, I've been replaying her story to fill in the empty spaces. I'd bring her home, then take her out to a few places. I will replay her story to see her smile. I'm daydreaming of her again. I know I shouldn't, but I'll leave my doors open. She can call, she can show up, she can have my attention, hell she could possibly have it all. All I want is the be the cause of her smile.