I've probably been walking for a few hours now,

I swear I can feel the ground more with every step I take,

It's funny though, I've seen every inch of this town,

Yet I'm not aware, nor do I care, where I am this late,

The only thing I seem to care about these days,

Is the image if her eyes, earthly and lively,

It's stuck in my mind, ever since that day in May,

Like, do you remember that time when we

got caught in the rain at the park, and we kissed,

I do, it's probably the most painful thing to miss,

This is likely pretty cliché, but I don't think I've ever

seen something more beautiful than you when then rain

came down on us both and we both looked in each other's eyes,

I told you that would be cheesy, but it's just not the same

when I wake up and not remind you of your beauty,

I'm writing these poems, hoping you're thinking of me,

Lately, I've been hoping maybe, that you're not angry,

And that you don't hate me, and that you'll save me,

This feels so unfair, you're the story of my whole book,

but to you, I'm just a chapter, a fish you didn't hook,

I'm screaming, but it's like nobody is listening,

And I'm getting carried away with this poem,

I don't even know what direction I'm trying to go anymore,

I should probably get to the point, this is getting redundant,

So if you ever read this, I need you to look inside,

If there's anything left, I need you to let me know,

I'm dying and my life's getting colder than the snow below,

My feet are getting numb, so if your heart still hums,

To the song we once sang, please end this long day,

Before I walk till I fall, before it's too late.