How long?

Why is it that every time
I like someone new,
I can only write a poem
If I find it to be true.

I could write of your hair of brown
and of course your eyes of blue.
Or maybe even these lingering thoughts
that I have of you.

When I think about you
I feel young and confused,
Because living here without you
Just breaks my heart in two.

How long will you remember me,
how long will it be?
Before you give my heart to me,
Right along with the key.

I wish you could be here with me
To explain these thoughts I have,
And make them all go away
So I won't feel so bad.