Imagined Confessions

Tell me all your half truths, tell me your lies

Tell me the things you don't say 'til you die

Deathbed confessions that don't hold a candle

To all of the things that you know I can't handle 

My thoughts are as big as the open sky

But tonight my stars will be in your eyes

The Night Shift

Three AM wishes
For warmth radiating
From the bed's other side
Realizing how valuable
The presence of your body
Is to my psyche
The fragility of my being
Drawing from the strength of yours
In deep, dreamless sleep
The exchange of love, even
In wordless and ordinary
The exchange of love, even
With your back turned to me
When I'm there, I complain
When I'm here, I miss it