I need more than nine-to-five and living for the weekends
Relying on fate and
"Everything Happens For a Reason"
More than
existence is better
in Heaven, eternal
and it won't always be cold on my side of the sheets,
when you get more sleep, and when work is less stressful.
I need more than maybe,
more than I miss you,
I think of you often, and
let's get together in a while.
I'm searching for meaning,
yet, all that I'm feeling,
are the vast hours spent
awake and empty
I long for something more substantial,
more than
I hope so
or we'll deal with it when the time comes
I long for something more
more than what I already know
Something beyond nakedness
The lack of clothing
in exchange for
temporary happiness
