Touch upon the tangential focal point of confusion
Bring to the light the corruption of perfection
And listen to the banter of the heralds!
Write your heart's idea
Blow your soul's perception
And speak your mind's collection

Look back and remember the times
The good, the bad, the ugly
And remember the lines

I once wrote to you as a friend
Interested in your soul
And now a jail of predisposition
Holds me and my whole.

I wanted happiness,
But apparently will have nothing of it.
I wanted your peace,
But apparently our lives didn't fit.

I miss you, I love you,
I wish there was something I could do

I want you, I love you
I wish I could show you its true

I think about you, I dream about you
I write poems about you
Whenever I'm feeling blue
You add to my mosaic, you are one of the few...

I cannot deny that I've messed up
And now I fear that I've been cut
From the fabric of this universe
Missing your beautiful, lyrical verse

I miss your hair, I miss your smile
I miss traveling that long mile
I miss having your number to dial.

I believe in second chances
But now is too late
I'm not asking you to change anything
Apparently this is my fate

You are off in a world separate from mine
And the only thing I can comprehend is time

I believe in second chances
Second glances
But never looking back
It pains me so, seeing what I lack

And missing you from this window pane
Back behind the glass of pain
Looking through the window still
Watching your beauty break my will