You are the one I love
your the one I want to be with...
To Love A Poet...
Is to sweetly suffer every waking moment...
Your image circles boldly
so deep inside my sleep...
My childhood friend, my best friend.
I grew up with you, never thought it would end...
I liked you, but you didn't like me.
Most people said it would never be...
I got an itch so deep
Feels like a weevil drilling into my skin...
Out of sight, out of mind
But when I see you, I'm in a bind...
Of tales of love and hope
There is not one that I have favored...
There she walks again like no other,
through the breeze, slow and swift...
I love her
but shame is my name...
I sit here every night and write to you,
explaining all the things id like to do...
You are my nature. For reality doesn't exist...
I can't say that I miss feeling the warmth kiss my...