I stayed up all night
dreaming and hopeful of tomorrow
because I knew I'd be spending it with you.
but things get in the way
and today doesn't seem as bright as it looked last night
and when you told me that I wouldn't be seeing you
I stayed up all night
dreaming and hoping of another day
that I'd get to spend time with you.

I say good bye to you one last time
but I know it won't be the last
because I'm addicted to you
and I'll be back for more.

I'm drunk and I'm high
Sitting on the couch after everyone has left
All but the three of us remain

One by one we fall asleep
Until its just you and I

I can't help the fact
That my head is getting heavy
And you shoulder
Looks so inviting to lean against.

When I think of home it's not
Four walls around me
It's your arms surrounding me.

Our orbits crash
Forming new planets and galaxies.

Small touches of the hand
All accidental
Send us spiraling around each other.

Pulling each other in
Creating new wonders.

just being near you
I'm loosing my breath.

I wonder if you were to touch me
would my lungs collapes.

I want to go there
Where the trails are boxed in with trees
The only sound being birds telling stories
I want to go where light doesn't pollute the sky
where the stars can be seen for miles
I want to go where the snow is endless
powdered and light and easy to fall in
I want to go where the days are short
but the nights are long.

I wonder what those hands could do?
Wrap around my neck and squeeze,
or wrap around my waist and hold me close.

I want to run my fingers through his hair and wrap him in my arms, feel the way he relaxes as we sit here together.

His breath hitches as he laughs and I can't help but stare a little while longer.

what use to be our place is now taken over
people who were once just like us seeped through the cracks
and polluted the air like creeping trendils of smoke and vile ideas.

Ideas thrown up like simply created graffiti
not always welcome but interesting to wonder about in the silence
ideas of the future, of what we could do if we put our minds to it.

Feelings that got interrupted on one side
but disregarded on the other
left to drift apart rather then sail together.

I plug my headphones in
The music echoing like pleas of wanted freedom

This town is dying.

No cars on the roads
No sound on the streets

Ghost town.

The apartments forsaken
The stores losing business
The people losing interest

Of a dead town