You,
who always looked at me...

Alysia is intriguing,
I haven't seen her face in...

People don't expect
much from me...

These words,
place themselves on the tip...

They all speak of her
like...

Should I start this
by stating that I cried...

You always want to dig
deep under my skin...

She sits upon a rock near the beach
watching as the sun melts...

When all is calm,
you'll feel the orchids...

You walked on my heart
spit on my pride...

The smell of flowers fills the air.
immediately the heart knows...

If I don't get to say goodbye,
I want you to know that...