How can emptiness be so heavy?

Grab my hand
i'll take you to my wonderland
where tears are left unshed
and dreams do not play dead

Maybe we'll go on
a spring leaf fawn
warm nights drunken dreary
waiting for dreams nice and clearly

Or maybe we'll argue all night
splurged by my own fright
thunder clouds of disaster
claiming their rightful master...

I always thought we were the perfect match.
But matches are meant
                                   to ignite
                                         and burn out.

Seeing you
makes me
miss you
more.