Wasn't it right there on my floor,
where you once stood promising so much more,
never was i bored and i ain't afraid to write it,
i was overwhelmed by the fact i was excited,
to see you each next time, in between,
i wrote rhymes to keep fears from my dreams,
now it's not as it seemed and it hurts,
i constantly dream of a time that it would work,
i write out a slice of truth with us
in mind and it looks like i just
wrote a novel out of dreams, thirty kisses,
and wrote an epic out of nothing but wishes,
it's i who misses you more then i miss us,
to this day i could not mistrust
you or who you are, you are enough to
make me know that i turly love you.