(no subject)
one too older and
one too later
years are all the difference
you struck me hard
at first glance
and the last one i had.
looks were for sure
maybe immature
but everything flows
and i was naive, naive
i'm writing you now
with a twinge of regret
i wish i'd have known
what i know now
about life, and trust me
it still isnt much.
but i've learned to touch
and to feel the soul
not so much skin
although i wont lie
i would have liked that too
words are so empty
and i feel so today
now that you're picking up
and you're moving away
but if you stayed
i doubt it would matter
i saw my chance like a
dropping glass, shatter
and just like the shards
it was just cast aside
and although i never meant
to make you a bride
it should have been deeper
and warmer like you
i just want to get across
that it was definately
as they say, "my loss"
maybe in another time
or later in this one
you'll think about this poem
and sigh, i guess i sort of miss him
one too later
years are all the difference
you struck me hard
at first glance
and the last one i had.
looks were for sure
maybe immature
but everything flows
and i was naive, naive
i'm writing you now
with a twinge of regret
i wish i'd have known
what i know now
about life, and trust me
it still isnt much.
but i've learned to touch
and to feel the soul
not so much skin
although i wont lie
i would have liked that too
words are so empty
and i feel so today
now that you're picking up
and you're moving away
but if you stayed
i doubt it would matter
i saw my chance like a
dropping glass, shatter
and just like the shards
it was just cast aside
and although i never meant
to make you a bride
it should have been deeper
and warmer like you
i just want to get across
that it was definately
as they say, "my loss"
maybe in another time
or later in this one
you'll think about this poem
and sigh, i guess i sort of miss him