He's probably one of the thoughtful,
He thought,
As he passed by the doors of the pained

I wonder what you'll be like
When we meet next week
You're fun enough to chat with
You're certainly kind and caring
That took no time to see
You look soft and sweet
And your answer to one question
Tells me you have another side
I think we might have fun
If your voice is as gentle as your words
And my worries ease around you
But it's only a first date
And a filled weekend, first, to wait

The moon
Her eyes
Her gaze
The sky

Leather
A hum
Crickets
Fresh air

How is
She here
How did
I find

Her hand
In mine
No more
Goodbyes

Could I fall in love again?
The anger in my heart says no,
But perhaps it will soften enough
I must admit it's already doing so

She struck me not
As the one of the few
Her look
So different
Couldn't be mine

I can't wait
And I hope you come
So when I invite you
And it's over the top
Don't think I'm weird
I'm just having fun

I used to care about her every move
She deserved better than she got
I felt the smallest of her pains
Her biggest had me searching with my all
But the bitter taste left in my mouth
Has worked its way through my whole
Now, your problems are yours alone
Don't expect any help
If I offer advice, it will be cold
If you don't take it,
Don't bother whining to me again