i wonder if your lips taste the same
even after they stopped saying my name

i went home twice today:
first i went back to where i grew up
second my heart went to see you
as it wanted to go back to
where it felt home

the dream i had last night
was so realistic
i never wanted to wake up
but i know i had to;

so i could see its manifestation,
and its fruition come to life

and yes,
these dreams i encounter,
as always,
had to do something with you;
and no matter how uncertain life gets,
with you, it'll always be better

if
we
share
the same
look of the
same wish we
both desire, then
why don't we take
turns to make the
first move,
and give
each gaze a try?