Was it just a dream?
I don't understand you...

He's the boy that I stay all night talking to,
the one who's voice rings in my ears in my dreams...

"Everything matters here," he whispered...
His eyes piercing into mine, in eager need to...

Floating down the canal,
a best friend on one hand...

The dark pen sits awkwardly as I write,
like two lovers touching for the first time...

An invisible being follows me,
haunting my every move...

It's like I'm standing on the outside,
watching everyone so naturally...

She lays there alone,
remembering so many memories...

The mirror shows,
every flaw...

My hands are shaking because of you,
with the pressure of the greatest fall...

Let me tell you of a sky,
who wished for something more...

It sees the watching hand go by,
without and awkward notion...