These empty days pass,
like clouds in the sky...

As the pressure closes in,
I suffocate with panic...

Days have passed since I wrote,
My spirit has been left broke...

The first glance is breath-taking,
while noticing the softness of each petal...

You've been there since I was young,
only three months old...

Upon first sight, I did not foresee this,
A chance to gain knowledge about you...

It was mid day,
When I went home for lunch...

I was going to be, so much more...
A little miss goody two shoes...

You implied that there was a path,
One which may lead to new things...

Sometimes I feel like I'm alone,
although I'm not the only one home...

My approach is cautious, even though open,
Responding in unusual ways with you...

I look, but I don't see...
I don't see my reflection...