The diary of a fiend

Dreamer

Can't you see?
I'm just a bundle of joy
Waiting to burst out of the seams
And before you think it wrong.
Don't worry.
You needn't hear a sad song.
I'm just saying
She was right.
I am a happy camper when it is night.
But that's thing about me.
I can only be like that with a good girl on me.
None will do.
Unless that one girl happens to be you.
The cuddling infestation begins.
Let the kisses wither me away as we avoid doing the dishes.
We laugh and talk.
But its usually about how much we loved to talk.
It puzzles me so
How a wonderous girl like you.
Picked me out of the few.
Times have changed and you are no longer here.
But that's doesn't matter
Because my dreams are a remembrance
Of how it use to be.
We had plans.
Ballroom dances and piles of cash.
We were going to do our thing.
But now sometimes I feel alone
With no one sleeping next to me.
Don't think it tragic.
Don't pity me.
Because I met you at a wrong time it seems
You were the right person for me.
And I'm fine with living alone if it means you can still see me.
As me.
As this arrogant.
Stupid
Clueless
Dimpled boy.
Waiting to tell you and the world all my joys.
Your hand in mine and the press scream.
"Jonah! Is that who we think it is?!"
I go to light a match but you don't let it catch.
A worried look upon your face
And a smile that happen across mine with simple pace.
"Okay"
I say.
I won't smoke.
But as long as you keep bugging me not to smoke.
Because I like knowing you care.
It keeps me warm knowing you are there.
Hugging you tight.
Simple things.
You don't understand.
This is all I need.
Just a hand
And a girl to sing.
No others will do because I fallen for one voice this night.
A caressing one
that stops me from tossing and turning at night.
And I, to hold you ever so dear.
Because my dear
You have no night terrors whenever I am here.
I hope you are sleeping soundly as I draw near.
How many more year till then, my dear?
Five?
Seven?
Maybe eleven.
But I fret not.
Because boys will come and go.
Same for me.
I'll lie next to another who thinks me dear.
But as rude as it is to say.
it's the truth.
They meant nothing to me if I get you.
Now I awaken from my dream
Wishing to slumber in peace.
But school calls forth and so do the passing days.
Hoping to go and get the passing grades.
So I can leave and start anew.
And hopefully find you soon.
Oh my sweet Rose.
I hope you never forget about me.
Because whenever I talk to the moon.
The conversation drifts to you.
I awaken.
Again.
The patterns of an insomniac are constantly wearing me thin.
But it doesn't matter.
Can't you see?
All I ever dream about now a days.
Is simply.
You and me.