A cliche for sorrow, promise me tomorrow
Title:A cliche for sorrow, promise me tomorrow
Pairing: Peterick but not really
Rated: pg
You're my lullaby, my wake up call, my trusty sidekick, my golden ticket. I tell you all the time, you either roll your eyes or blush. I'm rather fond of both reactions. When we're together time stops, it speeds up, words come easier, music flows freer, I can breathe again. Let me take a minute to be the complete cliche: You're my other half (my better half), the melody to my rhythm, the sunshine to my day, i couldn't live without you ( I won't), you are the wind beneath my proverbial wings.
Sometimes I call you or text you, bug you with new ideas (bad ideas). Sometimes I call because 'I can't sleep and it's 3am and Gabe's passed out and Travis turned his phone off, sing me something?' I'm always surprised that you never say no (you never cease to amaze me). I hate saying goodnights or goodbyes or anything that means forever isn't always, or until the sun burns out. But I say it all anyway, say it first, because if you said it...you'd disappear sooner (and then I'd have to, too).
But there's always tomorrow, a promise of 'Pete just let me sleep and we'll get coffee after the sun comes up'. Although, as previously stated, you are my sun(shine). So I'll say goodnight, goodbye, and I'll drift off just before the sun does come up. Sometimes I dream about wolves in walls and sometimes I dream about you. But it's never any good about you, it's always you leaving me, or I'll push you away. Things that, over coffee and donuts (at 10:35 mind you, not sunrise which was at 7:24), you tell me would never happen. That you'll always be around to save my day, at least tomorrow.
Tomorrow means more to me than you'll ever know.
Pairing: Peterick but not really
Rated: pg
You're my lullaby, my wake up call, my trusty sidekick, my golden ticket. I tell you all the time, you either roll your eyes or blush. I'm rather fond of both reactions. When we're together time stops, it speeds up, words come easier, music flows freer, I can breathe again. Let me take a minute to be the complete cliche: You're my other half (my better half), the melody to my rhythm, the sunshine to my day, i couldn't live without you ( I won't), you are the wind beneath my proverbial wings.
Sometimes I call you or text you, bug you with new ideas (bad ideas). Sometimes I call because 'I can't sleep and it's 3am and Gabe's passed out and Travis turned his phone off, sing me something?' I'm always surprised that you never say no (you never cease to amaze me). I hate saying goodnights or goodbyes or anything that means forever isn't always, or until the sun burns out. But I say it all anyway, say it first, because if you said it...you'd disappear sooner (and then I'd have to, too).
But there's always tomorrow, a promise of 'Pete just let me sleep and we'll get coffee after the sun comes up'. Although, as previously stated, you are my sun(shine). So I'll say goodnight, goodbye, and I'll drift off just before the sun does come up. Sometimes I dream about wolves in walls and sometimes I dream about you. But it's never any good about you, it's always you leaving me, or I'll push you away. Things that, over coffee and donuts (at 10:35 mind you, not sunrise which was at 7:24), you tell me would never happen. That you'll always be around to save my day, at least tomorrow.
Tomorrow means more to me than you'll ever know.