She's thousands of miles away
And I am here
You love her despite the distance
And I'm standing five feet away, screaming at you
I could lie and say she is good for you
But I can't lie to you
Chose me, pick me
Let me be the one
Love me and not her
I know she is what you want
But I'm what you need
You're so perfect in my eyes
I could show you by hugging you, kissing your lips, and holding you
But her internet hugs are apparently better
Oh but the way I feel about you could make galaxies explode
And well she is just some ******* the internet

I wonder why my thoughts wander to you
When it's 3 a.m
And it's dark outside
And I am lying in my bed wide awake
Maybe it's because I named you 3 a.m lover
Or maybe it's because of the pills
I'm unsure of myself right now
You are imprinted in my mind
A burning image there
I just can't sleep
The pills are keeping me awake
And the image of you haunts me
But the hardest part is letting go of my dreams

There's this girl
Who Climbed her way out of my heart;
Only to appear at my side.
She is sweetness.

If I believed in God
I would call her a miracle.
But since I don't,
I'll have to call her a universe.
In which I could never feel alone.

She is precisely the Kind of girl
I could write a love poem about.
Because every word I steal from her heart,
Is but a drop in a golden ocean.

So I sit as near to her as I can
And try to catch her eye
And smile to myself,
Because it is hard to hate a world in which
She will  always be beautiful.

We sit here at a small table
Our feet slightly touching
My pretty little blue dress
Your flowing white shirt
A pair of little, white high heels
A simple pair of black Oxfords
My small, pale hand wrapped around the tea cup
One of your hands encased mine while the other held a small tea cup
He smiled then said,
"It is funny that we are sipping on tea."
I pondered this for a moment then,
"Why is it funny?"
"You are more like a shot whiskey than tea."
But we just sat there sipping our tea

We made love notes
Etched into each other's skin
Soft pinks and crimson reds
Dancing over ivory skin
Delicate to the touch
Secrets hidden within them
They made shapes
Beautiful little shapes
Rounded like roses
Darker towards the center
Fading in color as they fan out
We made love notes
Written on delicate skin