Un-Original

So forget that vow of "till death do us part,"
maybe this death is just what I need.
For it's killing me slowly when we're so far apart,
so I'll die just to watch you from my cloud above the trees...

When I need a hug and these friends just won't suffice,
I think of you squeezing the life out of me.
Holding me so tightly, you would think I couldn't breathe.
But in all actuality, it's just what I need.

I know I didn't write about the stars tonight,
these clouds were just a little too grey.
And I couldn't think of anything so beautiful..
to compare you with today.

So I'm hoping these un-original words
will get my point across.
It's sad, I know, that I just can't show,
how much of me you've got.

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-*- I thought I was in the writing mood, but maybe not. I tried to get down everything I wanted to write in this peice though, so it may not make sense or flow correctly.