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My fingers itch to say what’s new, my mind lingers over my day through and through.
I need to full this urge to speak, to clear my conscience, to make some peace.
My soul is restless, my love untold, I long to tell as my mind unrolls.
I think of you, the past we had, the time we shared, the love, the sad.
I remember him, the new one now, he is so kind, so different somehow.
His eyes tell stories of past romance, women who used him, he had no chance.
His heart was left to mend alone, his body is tarnished by just one soul.
One like you, a selfish sort, the ones that know our ending from the start.
He is so old, and yet so young, his heart tells tales of long lost love.
My day began that same old way, but then we met, and I can’t say.
I can not say I didn’t change, that he brought me to my present time, and opened my heart to all that’s mine.
I see the world through different eyes, one that forgives the cruel old lies.
He gave me hope, a chance to change, he was a gift, a soul above, and all he asks is for puppy love

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