When I first met you, you took me back to the 70’s,
With anarchy, *** pistols and beer soaked blazers,
****** jeans and pipe dreams and your love for jumping off of tall things
under the impression you could fly,
You spoke to me and I felt the whole weight of my body collapse down,
And to this day I thank my knees for not buckling.

"My eyes wake up to the sound.
Of your voice, so profound,
That it takes my breath away.
Little do I know and realize
That it is all in my head.
And that I am just awakening
From a lovesick state of fatigue.

I wanted to cry, but I shook it off.
I bare my fangs. Hide my fear
At the thought of her with another.
What place was I to ever think such a selfish thing?
To only give her comfort under the warmth of my arms.
To only kiss the lips id ache to kiss.
One who is hurting far worse then I.

So I lay in bed alone.
The darkness shrouds me like a blanket.
The music takes me away.
Holding back selfish tears that could follow.

And the thought of you in my arms,
My legs tangled with yours,
Cheek on cheek. Fingers together.
With a soft kiss letting you know
"You're beautiful.
You Matter.
You're Worth it."
Made me miss you more
And Love you even further....."

It was after 4am
And you were on my mind.

Sorrows casted through and through
Beneath the shadows of the true
Does human kind wonder in despair?
Or do we simply just breath in this toxic air?
I pick the choices which i have known
Ones I dare to say I own.
And when the heart begin to fall
I have no choice but to crawl

Shes smiling there, admist the crowd
Arms open, feeling proud
Before I get to share a kiss
Shes without a trace, forever missed
Random thoughts and words expressed
A fools dream or wishes at best
One would probably have never cared or guessed
That its after 4am and im so depressed.

Ready to pull an all nighter with you
Laughing
Chatting
Flirting
Ready to pull an all nighter with you
Crying
Kissing
Learning
Ready to pull an all nighter with you
Loving
Loving
Loving
Ready to pull an all nighter with you

A year--
how quickly has it passed
from last year's December
to this year's winter:
a mere return of snow and rains;
That, I wish I could say.
But the truth is;
it was the slowest of the slowest,
the most torturous ride.
Because this year
I've felt each minute ticking by,
each season changing
leaves falling and flowers coming.

Reveling in the not-too-glorious
glitter of unrequited love,
this year I've known suffering.