The Ghosts of my past.

January 7th, 2009-Overdrive

One glimpse of you,

I choke on my breath.

As if I were,

perceiving death.

My heart goes in,

To overdrive.

I’d never felt,

so great; alive.

when i don’t see you;

It’s probably best;

To give my aching;

Heart a rest.

To love someone,

With all your might;

Feels so amazing,

And feels just right.

When i sleep;

I dream of you.

and I no longer,

know what to do.

Sometimes regret,

Passes my mind,

But I could never regret

Love of this kind.