Wake me... before you leave
To say goodbye... at least
I hate all those memories,
Of when I'd fall asleep
You by my sideside I was lucky if you  holdin me right
Till I wokeand heard your ride
Even when I hurried out i

amongst all the insanity and
the ruckus
there’s a white noise
a place the mind drifts to
in order to escape
the harshness of it all
a whistle
in the crowd of chatter
a beam of light
in the misty air

If a picture paints a 1,000 words.
Why am I speechless while staring at your beautiful face?

You are balding on the back of your head. I sort of like that.
You drink more alcohol than you should.
Your eyes grow to twice their size when you are excited.
You have four dimples.
You smile with your entire face. I really like that.
You have a body sculpted by the directors employed in Hollywood.
Your scar under your chin helps remind me that you are perfectly imperfect.

You will forever be: my prominent “what if”, my greatest regret, and my favorite “almost”.

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You have a smile that could light up a stadium.
You sing off pitch to my favorite songs. But I do also.
You chew the inside of your cheek when you are nervous.
Your dancing needs work. We could take classes together.
You lie a lot.
Your father is your best friend, and I would love to meet him.
You are going to make a difference in this world, but you don’t realize that yet.

However for now, I know you are the one. The one I cannot have.

love to faults is always blind,
Always is to joy inclined,
Lawless, winged and unconfined;
And breaks all chairs from every mind.