I always wanted to see the other coast,
That was the dream to me.
I had it all planned out,
The places I'd go, the people I'd see.
When the chance came,
I took it and ran.
I never stopped to think,
You'd be part of this plan.

Now here I sit,
Miles and miles away.
Thinking of your smile,
Wondering where you lay.
Do you even notice me,
Is it too good to be true?
You're part of my dream now,
I want it to be just me and you.

California is beautiful but it doesn't compare,
To the beauty in your eyes,
All those curls in your hair.
That big gorgeous smile,
I dream about in my sleep.
The way you rock that jacket,
The one I want to keep.

When I get back home,
You'll only be there for a week.
And then you'll move on in life,
Leaving me at your feet.
I'll see you again next year,
Until then my heart will weep.
I can't believe I've fallen,
For the guy I can not keep.

As I lay here and think,
I realize it is not you that I want so badly,
It is the feeling I think you might give me,
That I truly crave.

It is that ecstatic feeling
That I can only ever imagine.
The one that lovers get when they meet,
after being separated for a long period of time.

The feeling of passion,
That I have only ever dreamt about.
The one that burns deep inside,
as lovers lay with each other.

To say I love you would be crazy,
But I am in love with this insane idea,
That you might just be the one,
Who could give me the feelings I crave.

Waterlogged pages litter the floor,
Her teeth,
Coffee stained.
All from the many jittery and sleepless nights,
Crying onto the ink filled pages,
Trying to write the perfect poem for you.

Her car smells of mind altering substance,
A still burning cigarette in the ash tray,
In hopes that her mind may wander onto something other than you.

She spends hours perfecting her makeup,
Not a single overprocessed hair out of place.
Wearing her tightest and darkest clothes,
She hopes she might get a second glance from you today.

But she won't see you today or tomorrow,
So she'll post a picture and hope you're watching.
Trying so hard to be something that'll catch your eye,
Your dark angel in the night.

I was watching you that night devil boy,
And I think you knew that even though you wouldn't look at me.
You went off script and decided to be a show off,
And the comment you made proved that you knew I was there watching.
You looked so ****** perfect as you softly sang along to your music,
Making me curious if you were listening to some lovesick song in the same tune as mine.
Your hair peeking out from under your hat was razor straight,
and it invited me to reach out and touch it.
The moonlight reflected off the buckles on your jacket as you moved around,
Catching my eye time and time again.
Your skinny jeans hugged you tightly,
Leaving little to my imagination.
You walked around with so much pride in your step that you almost had me fooled.
It wasn't until I looked into your eyes that I realized you weren't a cocky *******,
It was all just part of the act.
Deep down I saw all of your misery and the moment our eyes connected,
I felt all of your pain.
I wondered how something so beautiful could be so tragic,
As my mind begged me to find out more than just your name.
As I sit here in the moonlight thinking of you I realize I finally figured it out,
Your darkness and perfection all make sense,
Because the devil was an angel once too

Would it be alright
For you to be by my side
For you to be my bride
To be with you, till the end of time

Would it be alright
To yearn for your touch
To seek you when I'm lost
To replace what I've lost

Would it be alright
To brush the tears off your cheek
To become your light when in need
To carry you and sweep you off your feet

Would it be alright
To finally hold you in my arms
To be able to keep you out of harms
And be your shelter in the storms

Would I be alright
If this were all true
But then I wake up
And realize, it was just a ruse

A pain so deep that it's hard to breathe
It makes happiness seem like a fragment of the imagination
Holding on to broken pieces will only make you bleed.

When will you learn to walk away
When will you earn respect from yourself  
When will you see  that your more than enough.

Life has hit me mercilessly
shotgun blasts to my soul
tearing out pieces of it
leaving holes that need filling
with little or no hope I push on
still reeling and out of control
I continue to smoke and drink
and think to myself that maybe
there will be an answer
in something I've wrote
therefore I write and write
in spite of my lack of ambition
just in case I find
the truth that I've been missing

Those who cannot hear the music playin'
Think because I dance, I am quite insane.
While I pray they hear music one day soon,
'Til then I'll keep dancing to my own tune!