cause and effect, it coulda been so perfect. but, love is but a defect that won't let me wipe off and collect this tattered heart, so spattered on my sleeve. no matter how you believe what that organ might conceive, it will always teach you that somethings are just never meant to be. that does not, however, stop me from sinking back and thinking on what coulda been though it would seem that town and time were just some crazy dream of mine. but even when i tend to find that, as i'm waking, nothing slaking this deep thirst of something. one thing that i can't quite name and all the same is so familiar. it's so peculiar that we always want the things that we can't have, though we know it all along. but how long must i feel this way? i've wondered, even to this day, so many mooons ago and apart with this thought so close though the source seems oh so far away.
i should have got to know you, just to show you what i saw with each of my own stolen glances. but now i guess i will just miss you, much like any of so many chances. but if i see you once again, i'll feel the same as i did then. and i promise you, till the end of days, that i'll feel like this for always.