06/07/2010

to feel your skin on mine as we sleep, is unlike any dream that i have ever had.

its magical and beautiful, and like every dream it's gotta end.

but when does this stop, when will it end?

I'm sorry we can't be this way,

I'm sorry we can't be the same.

This is where it ends, I'm sure of it.

Things like us can't go on, not to far, and for not too long.

This is my stay, and you will walk some other way.

But before you go, I want to love you,

and then just before noon,

you'll be gone.

And I'll start anew.

It's selfish I'm sure,

but I don't want to be alone,

where it's cold and black.

But you're not coming back,

and that sign on my lawn,

is an end to all.

I leave you,

you leave me.

Can this end.

Do we have to leave?

Don't answer that..

This feeling is bliss,

are you sure I have to get over this?

Do you want to, do I….. need you.

I think I do.

On all accounts.
But we can't say a word,

we can't speak.

Maybe in another world,

there's another girl for you..

but that's on another planet.