resolve me from this
summertime sadness
where the closest thing to romance
is stacked up by my bed
&
dreams of you with me
waltz all through the night
as I sit up writing love poems
hiding the fact that they are all about you
&
as I rewrite and rewrite
draft after draft
the conclusions are made
no letters could combine into words as beautiful as you
&
*"my thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations..."