You tell me you don't love me
And this I understand...

Maybe one day you say
And this I believe...

Sitting here with my Oreos
And you are on my mind...

As the memories of you and me
Are swept away like the ripples on the sea...

I sit by the phone
Thinking it will ring...

Watching you walk away
Still knowing it was best...

Maybe if you'd put down the mask
You would know why I have to ask...

My pencil traces the paper
False promises of genius looming in the air...

- This poem is about a guy I was (and am) madly in...
Why is that smile so perfect...

You bring a smile to my face
At night I dream of your embrace...

You draw mine
Across the room...