at night, I write to stay sane in my head,
I sleep too much because it's safer in bed...
mostly dreaming so I can chase 'her' instead,
to be a super hero and save her from death!
to play with a friend, where no festival ends,
where I never truly face her again,
face to face in the flesh...
because dreaming away with the pen
is eternal and I miss you way more than I've said
you left too early, I can't hate this, I said..
but all I feel is pain in my head,
how fate isn't kept
for those truly made for the best..
I miss you, you'll always be a page to be read..
I have our memories kept.