It's getting really late.
and I'm still sitting here at the computer.
thinking about everything.
the thoughts run threw my head.
but this time i don't begin to shed.
i don't want to waste a tear.
I'll stand up to my own fear.
my eyes are shutting off my writing.
i can't begin to think when I'm sleeping.
sleeping on cloud 9 that is.
just the though of me sleeping forever.
just the thought of me being there alone.
nothing but breaking my own freaken bone.
this is about you once again.
as much as you can't believe it is.
the blue eyes that i leave a mark on the side of your face.
making a day and a half of a trace.
the kisses start to spin off.
it's something i shouldn't be doing but i can't help it.
the voices i hear from people down and near the hall way.
all helping but noticing that we are a stray.
i don't get how you love me so much.
but yet i love you as much as you do with me.
sometimes i wonder if this is a mystery.
i wonder if this is a fairy land of Cinderella.
being dance to the ball.
in a wonderful dress.
not caring what others think.
knowing that i would have you.
to sweep me off my feet.
if i started to fall and you would kiss me.
as my only last breath on this earth.