I miss, when you use to read everything I wrote. Even though I was a ****** poet. You traced each lined phrase with those hazel eyes, & told me each was your favorite & took your breath away. Spent my nights on fire, and my days off the hook. Running with you. Into a future I hoped was possible. But I haven't seen you in three months. Summer fun I guess, you left me with a goodnight. So I'll leave you with have a goodmorning. But im not leaving. You're silver dollars & pockets full of lose change. That Id like to gather up & cash it in for a forever with you. I want to wake up with you.