Scribblings of the Opiated Sherpa

Its gone, Its passed, Passed by, Gone. I had the chance, To say, To say what I felt, Gone. You've been, Beside me, In front of me, Gone. I could, I couldn't, I didn't, Gone. Would you? Would you have? Doesn't matter, Gone.

I've seen you, I've seen you with him. How is he? How is he to you? Does he give you, What you need, What you want, When you want it? Is he there, To listen, To help, When you need him most? Does he care, When you're mad, When you're disappointed, At him? Would he ever, Say he's sorry, Beg forgiveness, When he has done you wrong? I want you, To be happy, To be cared for, Whenever and forever.

Once, You were just The one across the room. You were the cute girl, The cute girl I thought of. You, You gave me your picture. I hold it, I hold it close. You are quite beautiful. I, I never knew, How beautiful you are, Until today. So many wonderful images. You, You have just became, More beautiful, More beautiful than ever before. You are number one. Can, May I have this dance? To hold you close, It would be, A dream come true.

Is it the little things, That get your attention. I open the door, I let you in. I pull out the chair, So you can sit down. Is that what you like, Like to see your man do, Do for you. Is it the smile, That helps you through the day. When it rains outside, Inside we sit together. When life is quicksand, I hold your hand and never let go. Is that what makes you feel, Feel better about yourself. Is it the past, That brings joy to your life. I remember when we met, And we look back. I save every note and letter, For us to reflect later on. Does it warm your heart, When I save everything, Everything we did and say. A rose, A dozen roses, For you and forever. I can't believe it's been, Been as long as it has. It seems like only yesterday, That we had first kissed.. This love of ours, I hope will never end.

You are you, I am I. What is it? What is it about me? I am not like you? But I like you. You seem to like, me, my mind, myself. What else? That can't be it. I know I like, you, your smile, yourself. I don't know All of you. What you think, feel, and want. What you dream. What you crave. Where your going. You write me, You write me letters. I don't feel, I don't feel what you feel. They are only words, No emotion. You, You and me, Sit together and just, Just talk. What we need to know, About each other. To get into, Into each others head, Mind, And soul. And eventually, Further into each others heart. Is that just, Just too much, Too much to ask. If it is, It was nice, Nice to know you.