sitting here

sitting here, just smoking cloves,
thinking of loves, writing some poems.

this poem isnt for anyone special,
thinking of no one in particular

i'm just thinking, its all i can do
cuz my past includes, only you.

and you are all that meant to me
and i am me because of you

and you had such an influence on my life
i wanted each and every, for a wife.

but now i sit cuz i lost them all,
and finally can i leave this hell.

and with it, i leave my past,
and my memories wont last.

so as i leave, i fade away,
with nothing else to you to say.

i begin to foget all the past times
and all the times we've dined.

but my memories come back to me,
and my hatred builds up from thee.

so each memory meets the flame
and all my memories that came,

catch on fire, and burn away.
so now i foget with each passing day,

cuz nothing is left as a reminder,
and for the future, i can't find her.

hopefully, the future can find an us
and we can live together without a fuss,

but that is looking kind of hazy
cuz i seem to be going really crazy

and i know i will gain this bliss
that for so long i have missed.

and so with each passing night out here
that i have spent within this year

has helped me stay sane and calm,
even when i say out till dawn.

just draining my thoughts a helping hand
for me to see the man i am,

or the man i want to be again
and again and again and again.

the coldness no longer irks myself
cuz i feel the same inside me.

and one day, after enough time,
i will warm up, and take inside,

the love i needed and always lacked
to win your heart, a simple fact.

so now that you are missing
noone soon will i be kissing.


09dec00