Have you ever liked someone so much you regret meeting them?

I look at the moon and think of you.

his hand on my hips
my fingers stroking his hair
i dare you not to call that poetry

your the sun when i'm sad
you the tears that fall down from my face
your the air that i breathe
your the cuddle when i'm cold
your the happiness that i see
your the help that i need
your everything i wanted
i could be the air you breathe
i could be the cuddle that you need
i could be happiness your longing for
i could be the help when you need
iam everything you ever wanted

the silence of the night
it keeps me awake
waiting for you at my bed side
oh it makes me ache

the silence of the night
the absence of your scent
i want you at an eyesight
empty space is a torment

I saw him today
He seemed happy,
He is happy, you know.
So I'm happy, too.


--Eleanor