for m.
i keep waiting, hoping for your call.
i stay up till sunrise thinking
maybe tonight i'll cross your mind.
1, 2, 3 hours go by and i hope that
just maybe you'll think of me
how i think of you because
in my dreams you are a stellar configuration,
an amalgamation of stardust and poetry;
cold coffee and fresh evergreen
in my life you are
a passing realization
of my own mortality.
i know i can't keep waiting
but i do and it's not good for me,
not good for you, but i can't pass up
the opportunity of a love that could
bloom into something greater because
you are all i've ever wanted for a while
and i think: you are all i've ever needed
