I want to go back to your bedroom
and lay awake in your twin bed
with your arms around me---
wondering, if you could feel my heartbeat.
your ceiling, covered in glowing stars
how I wished upon them every night
for the moon to stay
to have another midnight hour
where we would read stolen Shakespeare plays
from the old school's library
in a fort made of extra bedsheets
my head resting on your shoulders
remember the fifth of October
dancing like we were in love
our lips could almost touch
hesitation, left us lingering apart
wishing on stucco ceiling stars
to never make the next move---
polaroid girl, you were the race, I could never finish
without my shoes coming untied
tripping over tree roots
just to prove I could fight for love
hold my hand again
pull me closer
make my face blush red
and just come home from Boston
polaroid girl,
my unrequited love
a romance locked in time
my fingers smear the film
the camera lens still out of focus
from the last polaroid of us
buried in a shoebox of memories
no longer in your arms
I am missing you tonight
wondering where you are
your name---
never lights up my screen anymore.
