sweet dreams, beautiful nightmares

there are days

there are days where i miss you

more than i always do,

and there are night where i think of you

more than i always do;

i take care of that polaroid

on the first time we met,

thinking "how perfect it seems,

to feel love in midst of death?"

there are days where i look for you

more than i always do,

and there are nights where i dream of you

wilder than i ever could;

i savor every moments,

glimpses of time together

and yes, i hold your hand for a second

but you had my heart forever.

there are days where i wait for you

longer than i always do,

and there nights where i kiss your pictures

with high hopes i am kissing you;

i am yours and yours alone,

your words are my words;

and i'll always put you first

and everything else is second.

and there will be days where i need you

more than i normally do,

and there will be nights where i miss you

terribly at the thought of you;

i will be your helping hand,

a shoulder to lean on when the days gets hard;

for it is both an honor and pleasure

to love and to be loved by you.