She was the summer days I stopped counting
The hours, I didn’t mind
Wasting them away into the sound of crickets
Somewhere in the night
The clock somewhere kept ticking
As I looked in her eyes
They’re more earnest and more beautiful
Than all the world combined
So much I didn’t need to see
As the darkness overcame
As if promising eternity
I held her to my frame
I let the moments overtake me
Time became but a construct
No I didn’t know anything
But love and care and hope and trust

But today I laid down to rest without you
Knowing the time, the date, and then
I realized that I’d spent the day
Counting every second

And maybe, we never had enough

I want to put a spell on you
On a wishful sort of whim
Spilling all your secrets
Through the shivers on your skin

I’ve been silencing the voices
That beg to let you in
I’d rather lead the charge
On caving your walls in

And hide behind my armor
Gone rusted from the rain
A heart of stone to later atone
For any remnants of my pain

Maybe we could be magic
But in fear, I make my bed
And bury all our “could be’s”
That could fall to love instead