i could taste it on your
lips as you promised me that
i was the only one
i could feel it on your
skin
the thick film of dirt she left behind
i could smell her perfume on your
wrinkled shirt with the red lipstick stain
on your collar
but what I could not tell was why

When you learn how to drive,
take me somewhere,
somewhere far from over the rainbow
where there's only two clouds in the sky
and where the grass isn't greener on the other side.

Take me where the trees are slanted,
almost blown away,
where the road splits in two
so you can go left
and i can go right
and when we reach the mountain
(the one that's not quite golden)
we will climb to the top and
jump back into that old blue car
you call a
"man's truck"
and you'll drive me back home
away from the two clouds
and the not fully deceased trees
and the forked dirt road
but to the city with the fake, straight trees
and the grey clouds
and the silver skyscrapers
you, in your "man's truck"
and me, in my "home"
both of us ignoring the fact that
your car is really just a blue piece of crap
and that my home is really just a golden mountain far from any rainbows.

there are four doors in this house
last time i checked;
one for me
one for your chef aspirations
one for your security
and one for your privacy
there are five windows
last time i checked
one for me
one for rainy days
one for sunny days
one for fresh air
and one for you to sneak out of
there are three keys to this house
last time i checked, of course
one for me
one for you
and one for the girl next door
there are three words you've never said
if i can remember correctly
one for you
one for emotion
one for me

there are four doors in my house
i just checked
one is for me
one is for the kitchen
one is the front door
and one is locked.

you always liked your privacy.

remember the days
(and some nights)
when we'd lie down
and just breathe
nothing more
nothing less
and every now and then
i'd trace little infinity signs
on your chest with the very tip
of my finger
and you'd be lost in the stars
while i was simply lost in the horizontal  figure eight on your chest
that was invisible to everyone else but myself

and that was what we were.

a pair of dreamers.

i've heard that you should never be with some one
too similar to you
and you see
that's what they all said we were
the same
but dear
we weren't
you were lost in
in the clouds, the sky, the stars
the unknown
while i was lost in you, your eyes, the invisible infinity sighs on your torso
the dream that had come true

and that's what you were.

a dream come true.

so please ignore the cliches
i was never one to be too original
but dont ignore what we were
just a pair of dreamers
similar in the fact that we had dreams
but distinctly different in the fact that while you dreamt about
fantasies and wishes
i dreamt  about you, the reality.

one day you will loose me
to things you can't and won't
be able to understand

you'll lose me to the ocean
the moon
the constellations
to the boy next door.

and you'll tell your self
to never forget me
but incase you never noticed
I'm a rather forgettable person

I.* *Siren

Maiden of the sea
mysterious as can be
dipping beneath the waves
never to be seen
dragging poor sailors
down below their graves

Temptress of the ocean
devoid of emotion
player of a twisted game
sign of good or bad omen
yet every story ever told
ending the same

Sweet Sailor of the blue
I wish I couldve warned you
watch out for the maids
and try not to lose
your head or your heart
she’s only playing charades

something's wrong
in my chest
it aches
for what?
i'm not sure
(actually i am sure
but i hear that when you first think you're in love
you have to go through a denial phase)