• It's time for you to leave.
    It it rather late, no fault of
    ours. You're following behind me,
    and I wait for you at the
    top of the stairs.
    Waiting. That's your job for the next couple of years, though.
    Things will be difficult.
    Oh, how I know. You look up at me, and I swear,
    those dark green eyes could tell a story, and could inspire
    a million love songs that'd make me feel nauseous.
    You kiss me, hardly on the lips,
    no need to be on your tip toes considering you're 8 inches taller than me.
    You sadly smile, oh that smile.
    I wish I could just hold you forever,
    because every moment I spend
    looking, and think of you,
    the more emotional I get and
    the more I want to keep loving you.