Third time writing you a letter,  
trying to create a poem that is endless like the sand on the beach
or riding down the streets.
Hate is always hard to forget
and happiness is a moment to reminisce.
Why can't time move forward,
so I can be with you to be over it.
Oh, the things I would do to you.
******* you to your skin at the right que.
I miss how the sun shines on your hair.
Like a clear window with a glare.
I always want to write you love songs.
But I just end up writing you poems.
It's okay baby you won't hear my sorrows.
I'll hide them with these flowers.
I don't want our love to disappear.
Because I know when I see you it will reappear.
It's so clear..
But fear is always near..