Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!
   I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
   And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.

’Twas thus, as ancient fables tell,
   Love visited a Grecian maid,
Till she disturbed the sacred spell,
   And woke to find her hopes betrayed.

But gentle sleep shall veil my sight,
   And Psyche’s lamp shall darkling be,
When, in the visions of the night,
   Thou dost renew thy vows to me.

Then come to me in dreams, my love,
   I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
   And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.

The secrets you keep **** me inside
Every little word you spoke was a lie.
You took the most precious key that I had
And used it for nothing but grief and passion gone mad.
A robber, a murderer, a liar you are
Making me hate every last breath that you draw.
I hate how I love the feeling of your skin
But you’re a conniving cheater, man’s biggest sin.
You took a love given only once every life
Now filling my heart and my body with strife.
Deep feelings of anger and sorrow now abide
In the corners and crevices hidden in my mind.
What to do, what to think, even what to feel
Are wonders unknown to this broken down peel.

4 years pass and I still find myself dreaming of you.
Your eyes are the sky and your chocolate brown hair is soft as the clouds.
You left me for her, a girl with mirth and shiny blonde hair.
She became your sun, her warmth something you craved to hold.
And I, the earth below, like my hazel eyes and red-brown hair.

Isn't it ironic? The earth looks up, reaching for the sky, while the sky reaches further away for the sun's warmth.

But my relationship with my sky is still connected,
as even while he reaches for the sun,
I catch his raining tears and hold them dearly,
letting his feelings wash over me.
I give him the air and colorful world to look down upon,
to cheer him up and dry his tears.

It hurts when the sky then reaches again for the sun,
seen again as his clouds move from his face,
and blesses her with pleasantries of drying his tears with her warmth.
And the earth watches sadly in vain,
catching the sun's lingering rays in hopes to borrow her warmth
and reach the sky she so dearly loves.

But when the sun sets, resting till morn,
The sky and the earth converse in a dark chatter,
Cooling and calming together.

This time we have,
a time I cherish.
The sun is gone, and I the earth, can feel the sky hug me in return, and in wait.
And even though at certain hours, the sun returns and showers her warmth,
the earth will always be below, lying in wait,
and sending the moon to light the darkness,
the hopeful friendship of a wilting flower refusing to die,
watered by the tears of a lover lost to the sun.

Time will pass and the earth will never stop hoping
for the roles to reverse,
for the sun to reach it's warmth to the sky,
while the sky reaches its expanse of blue and cool, shady clouds
back to the earth that forever loves him,
causing beautiful meadows to bloom in the process.