I'm flying; I'm beautiful.
I'm soaring; but I am not free.
Nor do I wish to be.

I'm falling; I'm miserable.
I'm slipping down, down, down.
I am not free.
Nor do I wish to be.

It's time you told me, and stopped this agony.
It's time you put your arms around me, and soothed my soul.
Please don't set me free.

They call it a rough patch,
but I don't know how to deal.
I knew there had to be some catch,
a sandwich crust, an orange peel.

Your life is moving forward,
I'm hanging back in the trees.
I had hoped you wouldn't get bored,
Of Skype calls and endless amounts of cheese.

I still act like there's nothing wrong,
No one has to know.
I'm still listening to our favourite song,
Trying to deal with this blow.

I had dreamed of nights wrapped up in you.
I had dreamed of  white dresses and little feet.
Maybe you had different plans, maybe I scared you.
But I'm not ready to admit defeat.

We sleep side by side,
like it's our God given right.
We are nature.
We are sunlight.

A child approaches me in my dreams,
she walks through the warzone,
her red hair blowing in the wind,
she looks at me with your eyes.

I've never wanted a traditional life,
but I can think of nothing better,
than sitting on a porch with you
hands and fingers intertwined.
Watching the sun go down
Happy with life.

I spend everyday in heartache
Waiting for a chance to talk to you.
You've chiselled away this girl of stone,
so don't leave me exposed to the cold.
Wrap yourself around me, want me, need me.
I'll go wherever you are,
my willingness scares me.
I can't keep looking forward,
Just looking at now.
We've made everything ******* ourselves,
but the truth is that I love you.
Songs are sweeter, more relevant.
Days without you drag on.
I'd do anything to have you beside me.
Because you are my one and only.

I like looking at the stars,
and thinking your name.
I like when it's 11:11,
and we're playing our game.
I like when I catch your scent in the breeze,
the musky-cigarette smell that puts me at ease.

I don't like, when I don't know who you're with,
and that girl constantly liking your Facebook pic.
I don't like, when you're disappointed,
or when you're annoyed.
I don't like to miss you.

But until the sun stops shining yellow,
and the moon stops shining white,
I'll stay true,
and hop on that flight.

I want your days to be filled with manic yellows,
florescent pinks and wild, wet blues.
I want you to live and tell me all about it.
Be a storyteller, I want to enjoy you.
Be an entertainer, I want to love you.
But you're calm, serene.
You balance out my madness.
Two of me and we explode,
two of you and we fall off the edge of the earth.

We're all dramatic goodbyes and tearful reunions.
It's like something from a movie.
My heart has been broken by the miles between us,
my mind and body abused.

I wish I wasn't the way I am.
I wish I could turn things the right way up.