i woke up laughing.
my life is better then my dreams.
when i'm angry in them every night.
and i'm yelling.
constantly slipping and dropping everything.
when dark bridges are the best days of my life.
and the times i remember what it feels like.
when i dream it's replaced with what i'm running from.
and my happiness goes and visits rarely
like the daughters waiting for the day to run away.
we're all running and falling in love.
you won't admit that you miss us before we've gone.
greatest smiling moments are spent with the boy who would actually appreciate my thought out flowers.
and not throw them away.
and violins actually mean something to me when i hear you.
and your voice never gets old.
and the beat of your drum lights up like faces meeting on occasional splendid visits.
one day i won't come back.
i'm probably happily ever after when i stop coming home.
you'll give yourself credit like you were ever mentally there.
and i'll just wake up laughing again and again.
i'll miss you but i won't admit it.
i want this shirt to never lose your smell.
you're just going to keep me smiling.
and your oh steady breathing will keep me calm like the times you hold my head and my face and i'm quiet.
and you don't stand above me when you realize how young parts of my mind are with being oh so easily entertained and my personalities visit you often, most of them love you dearly like the smiles do.
the day i forget what your face looks like or the way you smell,
the sound of your voice and the love of your laugh is the day my heart will break in half.
i'll wake up crying and i'll come home.
and i will not let go.
my hearts grow when they hurt and yours will mold.
our faces will become one again
and i'll wake up laughing.
my life is better then my dreams.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
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