Stories of a Stranger

your finger

Has it truly been a hundred days and a thousand little words i write to you the irregular beating of my heart daily i miss you so

Just a summer ago I fell in love I think I'm still falling

I don't think I'll ever Be able to wash away the memories Same with the sand In my shorts

Sometimes I think about you soooo much I forget what to say When you say hi

Listening to the music we used to love together But you're not across the car Across the continent instead

These eyes are tired Bleary and redeemed From missing you

It takes ten thousand hours to master a skill and it's taken ten thousand falls to learn how to walk but walk i shall

Another morning without you by my side But another morning closer to you

Did you dream of walking Across the sky and clouds Only to find yourself Still on ground?

Three months in a strangers bed The maids make every morn But the pillows still, they hate my head And the blankets are never warm The room and carpet, enough for one But it all still seems so small Free hbo and cable tv, But I'd take home over it all

No matter how often I run Swim or climb or lift Trying to better my lungs You always take my breath away

If i could go back to meet that stringy long haired boy in the corner a self labeled loser i'd tell him chin up, buddy you're going to make it

What was supposed to be A well of creativity Has suddenly gone dry

The end of school, what a day And yet the time to then Seems so far away

I think you are perfect Even without the mask Of make up and mascara

A month left! A month left! They cried As the calender marked Day eighty five