I envy you.
The poet that’s read.
The lover that’s sated.
The giver, fulfilled.

I envy you.
The season that changes.
The ocean, undeterred.
The leaves, allowed to rest.

I envy you.
For you are all the things,
That I thought I’d be.

Nights spent laying in a twin sized bed.
Stories are swirling, filling your head.

My arms around you, as our breathing slows,
Together we drift to the land of unknowns.

Nights spent laying - freckle to freckle.
Your eyes are bright blue, filled with dreams and a speckle.

I whisper I love you as we lay there together,
And I know that my life couldn’t possibly be better.

I’ll hold you for now - while you grow up too fast.
I’ll soak up the moments until they are past.

Thank you twin bed for the space to hold on,
To the boy that I love while we sleep until dawn.

tell me the truth.
tell me i was wrong.
tell me you meant every word and i will never bring it up again.
but tell me I wasn’t wrong.
and we will never go back to how we used to be.
just tell me the truth.

“One in one hundred.”
She says, “Those are some slim odds,
You’ll bury a child”

“One in one hundred.”
But countless are gone too young -
So don’t count the odds.

“One in one hundred”
Doesn’t provide any peace,
When kids become ghosts.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

somebody once told me
they want old me back
but i'm too afraid to say
they can't have the old me back

somebody once told me
that something was missing
and i told them
to keep reminiscing