A Piece of Me

All That I Can Do

All I can do,

Is think of you,

It's killing me from inside and out,

All I can do,

Is write poetry about you,

It's making me sick,

All I can do,

Is sing and listen to stupid love songs that remind me of you,

It's a record that's starting to crack on the edges,

All I can do,

Is think about what it would be like to be in your arms,

Those perfect warm arms that have no place for me yet,

All I can do,

Is talk about you,

I'm getting sick of listening to myself,

All I can do,

Is look at you,

Your image has been burned into my retina as I sleep,

All I can do,

Is think about what a life we would have together,

I feel I have lost my mind because it keeps getting lost in yours,

All I can feel,

Is the excruciating pain,

It fills my soul within its pathetic vacancy,

All I can feel,

Is regret that I have not spoken with you yet,

All I feel,

Is hope that one day,

I shall be in your arms,

And that when that happens,

Our hearts will intertwine as one.