If life was a book
or anything except this
We'd be together.

People told me
That I don't love you
They say,
It's just a temporary affection

If so,
Why am I still begging for you?
Why am i still thinking of you daily?
When you've been long gone.

Maybe someday i will get over you
But I'll be honest
You will always be the one
That i think of
That i will have feelings for
You will always be the one i look for
Even though you're long gone
You will always be the one i love

When I sit by myself, I think of you,
And I wonder, if you think of me too.

When I sit by myself, I unbreak my mind from the rules,
The rules that hold me from gripping you.

When I sit by myself, I let your thoughts be my unreal truth,
And I wonder, what if you knew.

When I sit by myself, I smile and I cry,
On how fate mirrored my failure and shy.

When I sit by myself, I poison this love to die,
But hell those eyes keep the lover alive.

What a beautiful day
The sun making you more the beauty to look at
so please don't stray

Will you hold my hand? ­
I wanna feel this beauty that the sun has stowed me
you are very grand ­

You blossom like a flower I would say is pretty in my back yard
sure that flower may not be the prettiest to society
but it's here and it's gained my regard

Your lips look soft
but will they actually feel soft against mine?
You make my mind feel like a loft

No more worries are in my head
plenty of space for the warm happiness
I can sleep in complete bliss with the thought of you in my bed

But I guess were not there yet
You sit next to me in this vast field
not breaking a sweat

My heart pounds as I see you laugh
Smile that pretty smile of yours
Would you mind giving me your love, half?

You talk about the girl you love
I wish I can talk about the you that I love
You say she's like a beautiful dove

I wonder what I'm like to you
can I be a beautiful dove too?
maybe I'm the boy, without you, who's always blue

Her leaving your tongue is stinging
like the needle piercing through my fabric
Maybe the feeling of my arm wringing

Just thinking the same beautiful thoughts of you
for now it's all I need
to see you too

But the truth is
I'll need more than just thinking of you and seeing you
I'll want your touch
your lips
your eyes
your heart

But here we are again
a beautiful day
But what did I gain?

Maybe just more pain

They say I'm a fool
Chasing a woman
Who I can never have

was a sticky mess dripping slowly
down the broken walls of
what we called home, and i

the ever so buzy bee who hover
to stare from a distance remain
as my gut twists of hunger

for the continued days
of work: measuring the rooms
that would strategically contain

our— my, remaining efforts
in keeping this symbiosis a force
enough to drive through

the blistering storms and past
what you thought was the drought.
but this, is the fallout

where the flowers cease to bloom
and the sun grows weary
to shine on leftovers

of what we called was home
as honey drips ever so slowly
into a painful mess to clean.