When I Get Lonely

You’re the visual that prances into my optics,
Though in it’s infancy,
it waddles in and out of my thoughts,
As if it’s a sport to run through my mind,
Hopefully it clears the hurdles placed in its way,
Maybe then we reach the finish line,

But it’s only when I get lonely,


Almost Doesn’t Count

Because forever I have to think about how I almost had your heart
And it’s the only reason I’m happy that almost doesn’t count