Pall Mall cigarettes ashed into a small, white plastic ash-tray.
The remains resemble grains of sand at the beach.
Lonely nights sent his way.
A perfect world in yesterday's time zone.
Health problems with no regards.

Happiness drifting so far,
Like a lost child in a newly discovered city.
Miles away from love, family, and the thoughts of tomorrow.
Cheap ***** damaging the insides of his slim, Caucasian stomach.
I think of him from a distance, a few miles from where time seem to disappear.
In a caged atmosphere, which must remain secret to outside ears.

Afraid of words that could ****.
Afraid of the chance where time stands still.
The day after it burns into the back of my brain.
Making me feel slightly insane.
Like if I told him in just few short days how my hopes are so high,
would it all plop down the drain.

Painfully rinsing off my first impression of him.
Would I give him so many empty promises like the one's of my past?
Would he leave me afraid to be in love again?
**** a cure, the way he holds my hand, when he holds my hand.
I would rather  be love sick, I hope it last like the caramel complexion of my skin.

I hope to be the chauffer driving him the hell away from where he has been.
I feel so crazy for expressing my feelings.
Though I feel as if he wants to be more than just friends,
From how we kissed.
I feel ******* nuts telling him, how after just a few short hours he is missed.
Though his loneliness is something he accepts.

From being in the same boat, I hope I can put it to rest.