In my dreams,
you met me first,
and as crazy as it seems,
we loved each other even at our worst.

By day, every hour we’d spend
watching and playing what we adore,
as if there’s no end,
content with never needing more.

And at night, we’d lay all our sorrows,
holding each other tight,
as if there’s no more tomorrows,
finding peace in the quiet night.

But in my waking hour,
I regrettably came last;
they had already filled your heart
with pain and broke your trust.

And I'll admit you feel like home,
yet maybe to you I’m just a passerby.
So I’ll sit still and wait by the door,
even if you never let me in.


© sionx