Eleven eleven. A me and you.
My constant wish, could perhaps come true.

She was the ever untamed tide,
and I the beaten shore.
She was always coming in,
then fleeing out, once more.

And as the shore, awaits the sea
so to did I await her kiss.
And much like a neap-tide shore ,
she's the one thing that I miss

Faith protects the soul,
knowledge protects the mind,
and armour protects the body,
but what then, protects the heart?

Angel of exquisite beauty,
wings stained, black as ink.
Though you knew me once,
you've no idea, just how I think.
Of you, of us, of all of this
of whom I dream, and want to kiss.
Just as it should be.

I fear that was, our last goodbye,
and I'll forever, be wondering why,
you took our love and threw it away,
while in my heart, that love shall stay.
I'd trade the world, for one last kiss,
or to just for a moment, be something you miss.
I'll see you soon, but you won't see me,
because you don't dwell, on what used to be.

I can't fight the thoughts I've had since the start,
can't hope to ease my broken heart,
but then the voice, it calls to me,
and reminds me that, I want to be,
so far far far away from here,
so far from love and life my dear.
It'd be so easy, if I were to try,
I could do it now, just up, and die.

You're over there, and the sun's yet to rise,
but here it's day and I'm still dreaming of your eyes.
I hope you sleep, so sound and perfectly,
you'll never know how much I want you here with me.
I've loved you for such a long time now,
and I know I'll be kissing you awake some day, some how