Why Must I?

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August 2012

Black glasses become a window to blue eyes,
if only your mom wasn't at your side,
upstairs by my side, laying on my arm,
is where you'd be keeping me calm,

if only the distance wasn't so far,
if only i saved up for a car,
the room wouldn't always be missing something,
as i walk in and think of you blushing,

once were nothing then one October,
you came over and kept me sober,
then in 2 weeks in July and August,
you happened to surprise me then just

got a new dog and came again to see me,
if i went back and told myself, i wouldn't believe me,
couldn't possibly be that i never got to kiss you,
wouldn't risk the hurt and now i again miss you.

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