Author's note: I'm not really done with this piece yet, but currently I'm lacking the right words, therefore I'd really like to know what you're thinking of it, 'cause maybe I've just spent too much time on it and can't see that it's already done.
Constructive reviews are very welcome, simple praising of course also ;) – so please R&R
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Drifting apart

I write the right words to you almost every night
in a motel room across the border line,
with the distance here to keep you safe from all pain,
and every look at the staple slowly drives me insane.
I write of love, trust, forever and a day,
all the words that I could never possibly say.

I'll keep you safe from all harm not matter what it takes
'cause I could become your biggest mistake
and you won't every read I single word that I write
in those lonely, hazy and drunken nights.
I can't touch another while I'm thinking of you
even if you're not mine, I'll be forever true.

I roam and travel just as far as I can
but your memories haunt me not matter where I am,
I wanna hold you so much and I wish that I could,
and I am losing this battle just as I knew that I would.
I count the teardrops, I count the heartaches,
while every night I cry myself awake.

You wanna call me each night on the telephone line
just to tell me to come and to claim you as mine,
but you're afraid, you'll never be good enough
and someone else really deserves my love.
You never speak of me 'cause they can't see you cry
and no one dares to ever ask you why.

You're guarded so well, that you're slipping away,
and no one will catch you 'till you've gone all the way,
'cause no one will call you on the lies that you tell
they're trying so hard to believe all is well.
You're drowning in laughter, in sunshine and light
while crying yourself to sleep almost every night.

You wanna reach out to me and you wish that you could
be safe in my arms, just as I promised you would
those images haunt you of how good it could be
if only, if only, if it weren't up to me.
You're eyes they should show them just how much you mourn
with the wisdom of ages you're still so forlorn.

And the hours feel like forever in time,
we're on our own no one can be called mine
we'll beat the odds and make it all worth my dear,
and let neither us ever disappear.
We've got to turn the pages for our own good
and be what neither of us ever thought we would.