My Heart

I lost a friend we shared our souls because our hearts were full.

I failed to mention things that Lacked importance when we shared words.

And because of my incompetence now my heart is full.

I just want to rewind time to whatever time she prefers.

where I could do as she pleases and say the right words.

I want to be her pen cause no longer feeling the warmth of her hand is just not Poetry.

Missing her is not something I can even phrase poetically.

And fooling her heart was never my intentions.

Some how her conversations took me out of the world and I got lost in the atmosphere her words place me in and time with her was well spent.

I became less and less aware of my dimensions.

You took the gravity out of my situations.

You unclogged the ink from my pen.

I am sorry that I was a fool but I promise you that I am an open book.

And your absence will forever clog up the ink in my pen.

I want to know what the right words are those are the words I want to say in that order that you wish I want it all to go your way.

I just don't believe in lying there's so much more to our story 

I apologize for what I just didn't think to say.

I admit that I was blinded while I read your poetry I enjoy looking at your smiling face.

I can't change what brings me fulfillment I wish that was something I could change.

But I would be fool hearty to ever believe that I could cease to receive this feeling of Euphoria.

When I read your poetry and Look into your face.