I Never Write Love Songs

I miss talking 'til you fell asleep.
That platonic thing I couldn't help but keep.
My eyes wouldn't close without those words.
So I said them anyway,
Indifferent to whether or not they were heard.
I just dreamt that they were,
Almost every single night.
I just dreamt that we were
Transcending and bending the lines.

Oncoming Storm

So many faces, yet I recognize not a single one;

I hope I don't get lonely with the absence of the sun.

City of Ports

The city was in reflection upon its own streets, slick and weathered; the sky wept at the beauty below, acting as a blanket of grey. I was wrapped up more than ever before, basking in this freeze-frame of a moment, trying not to actually freeze. This surmounted to quite the beautiful night - an end to a beautiful adventure, and the beginning of another.

View from the Road

Lights carpet the earth before us.
Some steady and some moving in chorus.
But they all twinkle in your eyes,
And even more bright.

The sky looks so perfect tonight.