Second Month

Two months ago,
I asked you to be mine,
A year and a half ago,
Was the time that we met,
You didn't know,
But that is the time,
The time length of when,
When you caught my heart,
Young and stupid,
How a small year and few months,
Can change someone,
I was less mature,
More ignorant,
I am more mature,
I am more aware,
I could have had you,Back then,
But I turned it down,
For the distance that would pull,
And soon seperate us,
But now I have you,
Two months,
...Two months,
......Two months,They have passed quickly,
We haven't seen eachother,
Except for a few moments of time,
I can say you do hold my heart,
And yet I fucked up,Isn't that nice of me,
I didn't call you,
Or tell you,
Happy second,
Isn't that nice,
Isn't that splended,
Because I can't bother people,
I can't interupt them in their daily routiene,
I thought of you,
But this is nothing,
I can't prove such,I can just say,
Thought about you since we last spoke,
Again I can just say that,
... two months,
And I fuck up,
Sorry.

.......................It really isn't right for me to ask you to forgive me. So I don't.