You have always given me enough space For my laughter to stretch it's healing bones I don't have much in the corners where I reside Besides enough room in this soul of mine For the both of us to sit and recline
I don't have much space in this beating heart It's still under repairs and renovations But I will find a way to stretch it thin To let it's shadow cast over you And shield you from the glaring sun
He became infant prescience, He had to go so far ahead of me, A strange and whispering comfort that brings, One who was one with me in our growing, Knew or still knows the bird that never sings.
Many times I had wondered, when in my loneliness, If it could be that he still exists somewhere, Only a question without perpendicular relief, But perhaps it is possible that he still laughs, Because he still resides in my question and belief.
I feel my closing drawing closer, I feel it will be soon that I could meet him in my dreams, So separate for so long, and our reunion means ceasing, Our hearts once played their percussion together, and when mine stops we can meet in new grieving.
im addicted to you to your laugh and your smiles your "i havent seen you around in a while" 's and i've made most of it up in my mind anyway i romanticize the little things like your bedroom and the way your t shirt clings i can see our future so clearly its scary its not happily ever after by any means but its enough for now its enough for us in our teens