It's been so long
Since I
Last studied your face.
And it's been so long
That I
Can't remember how your kisses taste.
....So long since I
Held your name up to the night sky.
...So long that
I don't even know if I said good-bye.
I guess it doesn't matter now.
It all came
Crashing down
So long
Ago.
So long ago I remember
Holding onto you
As if
You were my
Life.
I remember
Touching
Your
Curves
And
Your dimples (on your smiling cheeks).
It seems like
Only yesterday
That I
Pinned you to the ground
At your house,
(Like So Many Times Before)
Won our little wrestling match
And
Kissed you right there, on the floor.
(So Passionate)
But it was all
So long
Ago.
(Guessing that this is about who and what I think it's about...)
Forget about it. Hell, if I managed to then you definetely could. Aren't we both happy now? Just wait a few years...you could look back and laugh at all the mistakes that you made when you were a teenager. And I'll be one. x.x Just keeping it real. At least I'm not dead.
As as for the poem, it's great. Too many emotions came to mind, and at least I can handle them. The truth: I miss you. Michael, don't stab me.