Put your pennies
In this empty well
Make me some wishes
And I will not tell

Wrap up inside
A place that I can hide
Then float me slowly
Across the melancholy tide

You have so much beauty
I swore the flowers even turned their heads  

You put the sunshine back into my heart

The Yellows,

     Oranges,

and Red’s.

I am what you need
When you don't want anything else
You are what I want
When I can't find it somewhere else

How I stare at our ceiling
the dust that still clings to the light
because yes, we would argue
and yes, we would fight

but my hand will always reach out
for your neck and your thigh
how we knew it was true love
so we didn’t even try

and how you made it so easy
for me to write and to rhyme
when you came back to me in June
and said “I think about you all of the time”

why does it bother you
that i can hear your thoughts so loud
like you're still in the room
you hate that i can read you
like a book i've read over and over
because the truth is i have
over and over again
thousands of little times
i watched every thought
pass through your brain
i've counted your heartbeats
i thought about what it would mean
to ever hear it stop
it was enough to make my heart dance
and it danced with a fear of not having
your heart to dance with
many times, i closed my eyes
and i imagined our final moments
my three remaining hairs were grey
you had none
but we made it to old
and i made peace with the fear of dying
because we were enough to carry us over
and wherever we were going
it didn't matter
you held my hand
and you told me "forever"
and i would have been ready.

I put my heart
into a box with walls oh-so-paper thin
the day was to be our last
the last time that I touched your skin

And the day before that
you had just called me your next of kin
and so I kept fighting for you in battles
for a ring that I could not win

So I hope it burns through your fingers
and fits like a shoe too small
because the ring that you wear  
will never answer your heart’s call

I could look through the greenest fields
and I could search all of the golden beaches
I could fight in the wars
Put out official statements—or speeches

I could turn each single stone
and go through every dusty attic
Until the end of time
when the world becomes static

But I will never find another
who I would want more than you
Because even without you under my sun
you still paint my skies blue

Play me some lullabies
But they won’t be sending me to sleep
And pass me some Zoppies
For my dreams I cannot keep

Withered and restless
Whilst I turn in the night
because even when I shut my eyes
I am as high as a kite