Please just listen,
I don't ask for much.

I know I'm not a lot.
I'm not good,
Nor bad.
I'm not happy,
Nor sad.
I just am.

Please just listen,
I don't ask for much.

The way you flip your hair.
The way you are so content.
The way that you listen.
It's driving me
*Crazy.

I feel,
Like the space between breaths.
Neither here,
Nor there.
Not living,
And not dead.
I'm not lost,
But I'm not found.
I'm just,
There.
Existing,
But not doing,
Or achieving
Anything.

To some,
I am lost.
To them I say,
*"I am but a wanderer."
And those who wander,
Are not always lost.

It's kind of like an old home.
A sort of,
Fixer-upper.

There are cracks on the walls,
And dents in the doors,
The windows are smashed,
And the stairs creak,
A rotted roof,
And some mossy bricks,
Cobwebbed corners,
And overgrown weeds.

But just like an old house,
It's the best that there is.
A little bit of love,
And a lot of work,
Can make this old house,
Into the love of your life.

The day you leave my side,
Will be a day that's filled with tears.

I'm not sure how this came to be,
This whole thing called,
You and me.
I kind of like it.
But don't tell anyone.

I fell for you when I saw your eyes,
They were filled with tears,
Just like mine.
I kept myself quiet,
You just couldn't see.

Then you found me,
So lost in your eyes.
You took a chance,
And I could finally see,
You were made so perfectly for me.

We were together,
Two kids in the sun.
Lost in our romance.
We were blinded,
By things called reality.

Now you are leaving,
My prince,
To the sea.
The service just calls you,
*But what about me?