Wide eyes,
Big heart,
Bigger dreams.

Grew up on a cloud of confusion.
We grew up far too soon.

Days of simplicity,
Now nothing more than a thought..

The fog is thick,
And it feels like forever.


All we have left are the memories.

They tell her she's an old soul.
Understanding beyond her years.
Her smile is tainted with sadness,
Pillow is stained with tears.

Yes, she's an old soul.
Knows things she was never taught.
She's got this streak of kindness,
The kind that can't be bought.

And my heart stopped when I saw him.
I wanted to run,
Into his arms,
Or away forever?

He has a girlfriend.
I don't know if I should laugh or cry...

One hundred and thirty one days.
Feels so long,
But short compared to how long I've waited...
131 days until I see you for real.

I stand above my bed
And examine the damage.
Blankets this way and that
Pillows all over
Sheets tangled up around themselves.
Proof of something that
Only hours ago
Left this place empty.
I take in the rubble
And breathe deeply.
I lower myself down to those
Tangled sheets
And backwards bedspreads
And fill my lungs with you.
I pull them up around me
And close my eyes
And wish for this place to be
The same kind of battleground
Again tomorrow.