a little poetic for the pathetic

long walk to look at your pretty face
hoping for the best, and that i wasn't
standing alone in the dark. memmories
come fulleding back from years that wheren't so
long ago, the destantion not so far,
the destanation in veiw and how turning
back might be a mistake, the arval  to a place that was
all to friller too me
a while passed and there you stood
a friller face  in the new presant.
how these hole new feels come fulleding back
the first touch set my skin on fire
my breath caught in my chest and
how i hole new feeling spring to life
seting there hear you speak how deffernt we are
and how in most ways we're not soo differnt
the touch of your hand feet so warm in mine
how we just talked for hours
smiling and laugh or just sitting there together
talking about future plans and dreams
oh how differnt we really are..
but the feeling still linger there in the back of my mind
waiting for something in return..