Sitting in the over lit room with my mind racing as it must
with thoughts of a memory and reminiscent lust.
Oh what a feeling to want something so bad,
to miss someone so much that it makes you mad.
Nobody is to blame, or in the wrong, nor worthy of much shame.
I can only wait, as I have before
and probably in the end, this feeling will be sore,
with stress and daylight
or endorphins in the night.
We can say what we want
but we know when it's right
One day soon I can stare into her eyes,
with acceptance in my heart and a will for the surprise,
of the days yet to come and the memories yet to have.
Ohh the loving, 
yet to be
all while embracing
upon the.
Although this sounds bittersweet
I can honestly say she completes me
my own problems create this sensation
forgive me for this estimation. |
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