I took you apart,
Held you bare in my hands,
The scent of you lingers in places I can't find.
We were falling asleep on the phone,
and then I was whispering i love you
To my empty bed.
You are what I was made for,
So don't ever think I can unlove you.
When I am unraveling,
You are the roots holding my center.
I'm pretty sure that little piece of prose sucks, however....I'm awake now and I wish more than anything I wasn't. A month ago, you would have been in my bed tonight, but you've got school in the morning and the distance is short miles, but apart we lie. Today wasn't the worst day ever, it wasn't the best either. I feel as if I'm sinking. We're both so scared of failing. What will it cost us to fly?