Silent nights.
Waiting for you to come home.
Sleeping helplessly on the couch.
Hopeless against the truth.
Teeter totter.
Thinking that days will remain the same.
Opposing the team that acts alone.
Sitting in my bed at night.
Just a child, little one.
Acting out of confusion.
Jailed inside a stone cold heart.
On nights to get the jitters.
Refusing to spend life alone.
Words speak louder then worries.
Accepting the rain and rough times.
Really wanting to play the game of life.
Suggesting that time passes slowly by.
Finding too many thoughts to summon.
Such a selfless thing to achieve.
To spend thrilling sights on happiness.
Don't forget your past.
One doesn't hope its pain to resurface.
Pretty sure it probably will.
Dominating the dance floor.
Rhythm that rhymes.
Riding along right next to really long beaches.
Forgetting the hat in the rocky stones.
Childhood a tricky riptide.
im speechless. this is flooring. so brutally worded-so beautifully said