Frivol and waste subside the pace
A layer between your state of grace
And ego-ranting lips
The legend we'll choose for lack of clues
The truth is sailing ships

You should have let me stalk you in your sleep
Awoke if it was me and let me keep
A bit of soul for my system of belief
Instead of proving worthy as a thief

And on that same day in the church's trash
Found so much wine we did not trade for cash
A drunken night to gaze upon your back
Did we make love or one of us attack

Would that were a night we slept
A promise somewhere wasn't kept

The trick is finding your good name
Inside a pool of doubt and blame

You are reading this
Because you are programmed to
Turn your brain on now

if roots can wait,
beneath the earth,
for a rain they cannot live without.

and if the stars wait,
lingering in dusk,
just to see the moon once more.

then i,
full of burning ache,
can wait too.

I will wait for you.

i think about you all the time
you always manage to cross my mind
in the dark
at school
with my mom
with bee
i see you everywhere
i am always reminded
you did not love me
you didnt really get to know me
and i know you will never see this
i know you wouldnt care
you thinking of me every now and then
is not reward
but entirely painful.