What it's like
To be romantic
Is to feel
Like myself
Although
You are out there
And I am
In here
I see the moon
You created
For us
Or maybe that cloud
floated past me
as you blew a kiss
of an eyelash wish
into the direction
of the air
I breath

I wish you’d think about me tomorrow, when you’re closer than before,
Sometimes I start to wonder what border patrol does it for
If there were fences, I would climb them, if there were trenches I would brave them,
But there isn’t anything like that stopping us so darling, why create them?

Somewhere in the distance

we sense there is something
calling us out
and no resistance
is as strong as

seduction

I can't resist a pretty boy playing the guitar
Just make me go wild, losing my mind
no one is perfect anyways, so why don't
waste some time until we both find
ourselves in the dark

I've never felt so alive before
in the nothing of our chaos
as we slowly reach the core
all implodes in shards of aeons


Why am I dreaming of someone like you?
There is no way of knowledge
and no such thing as emotion ...or love
only sharp daggers, temptation and I pledge



let me go, lift you spell and stop stealing

my sleep



And for the second I close my eyes you are mine...

I woke up wanting to kiss you...
oh wait, I never went to sleep,
and if you were missing me in your dreams
it's because you were walking on moonbeams with me.

You've not yet left my thoughts,
not once since the first time we spoke,
and that's no exaggeration, baby,
I would crack under the pressure of that tasteless joke.

But how can I sleep,
your name keeps ringing in my ears,
you're like one of those bees you want to swat away but you're too cute
and you help make the flowers grow so how the hell could I say 'no'?

These flowers that you planted in my chest
keep me rooted but my petals are always willing
to take flight on your flitting wings to new lands
because adventuring with you would be the best new beginning.

And at the end of the day we'd collapse into bed
and you'd whisper, 'buzz, buzz, buzz,' in my ear
right before you pull my lips to yours and kiss me
but there you go again drifting off to sleep.

The clock ticks away, days are crossed out, hours timed, minutes counted.

We wait. We wait for things to happen. We wait for miracles. We wait for things to pass by.

And sometimes, we wait for things to be forgotten.

But how much tolerance could you handle waiting?

Was waiting for you, worth the hours passed, the countless turns of the clock?

I guess I’m still waiting for the answer.

I know I send you messages
That say,
“I miss you.”
A lot.
But that's because
It's my only thought
When I can't hear your voice.