The walk home.
I’ve walked down many empty streets,
but it is the crowded ones that make me feel shy.
I’ve seen a million models in my time,
though there was only one that has struck my eye.
I wish I could say that I’m as happy as I used to be,
but I don’t know why I ever cried.
I’ve smiled, smirked and blushed too many times,
but there are few occasions of which I have tried.
It is you being you that makes me smile,
and there is nothing that you have to hide.
It is the happiness, pain, and individuality,
that is shared that makes our hearts collide.
However,
Only you can create regret that makes me feel rich inside.
May 20, 2007