“The stars lean down to kiss you and I lie awake and miss you. Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere. ‘Cause I’ll doze off safe and soundly, but I’ll miss your arms around me. I’d send a postcard to you dear, cause I wish you were here.

I’ll watch the night turn light blue, but it’s not the same without you because it takes two to whisper quietly. The silence isn’t so bad, ‘til I look at my hands and feel sad, ‘cause the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly.

I’ll find repose in new ways, though I haven’t slept in two days ‘cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone. But drenched in Vanilla Twilight, I’ll sit on the front porch all night; waist deep in thought, because when I think of you, I don’t feel so alone.

I don’t feel so alone.
I don’t feel so alone.
As many times as I blink I’ll think of you…tonight.
I’ll think of you tonight.

When violet eyes get brighter and heavy wings grow lighter, I’ll taste the sky and feel alive again. And I’ll forget the world that I knew, but I swear I won’t forget you. Oh, if my voice could reach back through the past, I’d whisper in your ear, ‘Oh darling I wish you were here.’”

b, imy.

I’ve learned the saying, “sometimes things have to get worse in order for them to get better,” is true. At least when applied to me and you.

I ran out of spray paint for this little project I’m working on that I wanted to have done by Friday. It might get a little bit delayed, so I apologize in advance to the recipient.

:)