i only miss you on mornings when the sun decides to show
and only on evenings when the stars and moon glow
when the grass is a shade of green and the sky is a blue,
when we're far, far apart and when i'm right next to you

i'll miss you for as long as night and day are oblique
and as long as seven days make up one whole week
for as long as you're gone and as long as you stay,
i'll miss you when you're here and when i'm counting the days

it's when you're all dressed up in a dapper-looking suit
it's when you're in bed, sick, and i'll have to make you soup
under all these circumstances, that is only when–
you know what? ***** this poem, i'd still miss you then

it's too late to be morning and too early to be night
and i try to go to bed but my head puts up a fight
it's a bit passed three and you've been asleep since two
that's one hour down of me just thinking about you

and it could be in your charm or it could be in your face
but whatever the reason, you just give me better days
that the sun is always shining and the moon is standing tall
that you are my favorite reason my cheeks forget to fall

and the only thing that bothers me is how long it had to take
but whatever it is, I thank it, be it your intention or mistake
that i've gotten the chance to know you for who you really are
that I'd want to cover you in kisses, all the good and every scar

it's a bit passed four and you haven't left my mind
thoughts and thoughts keep rushing in but you're the common-find
night upon night I've pondered and now i've come to conclude,
that since i've already lost my heart, what's losing sleeping for you?

i'm trying so hard to keep from you
what i hope you do not know
that like the rain, the sun at night,
and the movement of the snow,
i am the drops, the largest star,
and the coldest month of all
you've kept me on the edge,
but now to you, for you, i fall