When no body is watching.

Its the wrong time to be thinking of you.

Could it be i am just as lonesome as I wish you would be.

Why is it at quiet times like these that i drift off to visions of you.

My arms miss you … yet they have never held you.

This old heart has been waiting on its own for too long, I feel like it can’t go on.  Turning in circles once again, it takes something more this time to numb the pain that she have caused.  The bandaids fell off long ago, so old and worn my battle scars didn’t even notice their absence. 

Leave what you think you know of me outside the door to my dreams.  Leave me out with the waste, this is not who i am.

Allergic to love… To you.  Who would of thought you would dream of a different life to me.

Sometimes it is easy to forget who it is we are … more importantly who it is we are not.