Wasting My Young Years

Am I wasting my young years because of you?

I mean I cannot muster out the clear possibility

that you plus me equals zero.

I used to think just because you held me and kissed me

you were as equivalent to the term hero...

but it still seems I cannot muster out that you are a micro

comet blasting in every space of my heart and dearly inst it

trembling away in the darkness?

your presence is stark

your looks kill my existence.

You are wasting my time left on earth,

can't you hear the sirens calling out your name?

I need help dear, just not with your touch

I afraid it will do such of destruction.

One year by year

I am wasting my youth and that is the truth...

So down to the phone booth I go but I can't help

it but to call you...