We meet here
At our final passing
Love me
Or
Love me
Not

Ive found love again
Im infected
Love sick
Im dying in your eyes
And aching in your smiles,
Because the butterflies
Won't sit still.

You still don't notice
If i make no sound
I wanna make impact
When im not around
Like a missing piece
Like half your heart
I want you to ache
I want your thoughts
I
Want
Your love
Is that
To much?

Im just a cloud
Below the ocean blues.
Sitting in the sky,
Slowly dissolving
With you.

Fumbling with the doors
Hop-scotching through furniture
Juggling with objects
Dancing with your thoughts
Making it to the bus
Than remembering
You forgot your socks.

When I get her to love me the skies will surely be blue and the grass too green to describe vividly
When i get her to love me
I
Will
Melt
To
The
Core

Were all young
friday nights are filled with bottles
And bottles are emptied into our hollow naive vessels
And im drowning beneath it all
Trying grasp what little reality i have left
Than it's gone
Can I believe it's gone
I couldn't until I realized you went along. Leaving me alone to drown in my own mixture of ***** and friday nights.