The only pleasure left in my life Is closing my eyes and thinking of him Imagining lips touching, knowing it will never be And it is killing me So I try to refrain from imagining Concentrating on past interactions of bliss I remember past discussions My memory recalls his smile And eyes that drive me wild I hold out hope That one day He will have forgiven me For actions and emotions misconstrued For I truly had the best of intentions but foolishly followed my heart Next time, I shall follow my brain Which would have screamed at me to refrain A big bowl of mess For which I am to blame Somehow brought me close enough To discover who you are You think that I don't know you Thinking you know me all too well I wonder if one day We will both be out of our hell And you will acknowledge me once again...