Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Morning and Night
It used to be that I only missed you terribly at night
but I'm sitting here in class, listening to my badass professor
and he's talking about the ditch and palisade system of the people of Troy
and I miss you so much
I wish you were waiting at home for me in bed
keeping it warm for me
and waiting with your arms open when I got home
bear hugging me me and welcoming me back under the sheets
but I'm sitting here in class, listening to my badass professor
and he's talking about the ditch and palisade system of the people of Troy
and I miss you so much
I wish you were waiting at home for me in bed
keeping it warm for me
and waiting with your arms open when I got home
bear hugging me me and welcoming me back under the sheets
Friday, September 14, 2012
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Have You Been Thinking Bout Forever?
Have you really?
I honestly don't know how I feel about that word anymore.
I should be sensitive to it.
I've been avoiding it. (but actually i consistently stop myself from talking about it or using it around you)
It's neither probable nor improbable.
But I'd be lying if I said I haven't been thinking bout it too.
I honestly don't know how I feel about that word anymore.
I should be sensitive to it.
I've been avoiding it. (but actually i consistently stop myself from talking about it or using it around you)
It's neither probable nor improbable.
But I'd be lying if I said I haven't been thinking bout it too.
It Isn't Fair
With all the time I think about you and images I put into my head of us, I should probably be making myself cy a lot more than I actually do.
You're right, I can't escape you. Some of the thoughts I have are so vivid and real that I find myself reaching out, trying to touch you. But you aren't there.
It isn't fair, it isn't fair. I can't stop thinking about you and it isn't fair.
You're right, I can't escape you. Some of the thoughts I have are so vivid and real that I find myself reaching out, trying to touch you. But you aren't there.
It isn't fair, it isn't fair. I can't stop thinking about you and it isn't fair.
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