it should be illegal to write shitty poetry this late at night

[chrissy_goes_gr]

Good morning, dearest.
I wish your home could be where my heart is;
almost every night I fall asleep with you,
connected by a telephone wire.

We could meet in California,
make a home right there
where the water meets the earth.
I could fall asleep but you'll still be there
waiting for the sunrise.

You could keep your promises
and I could see through your teasing.
I could trust you someday,
I think
(I've had some trouble with that lately).

And if there comes a time 
when we must say goodbye
I promise I'll have something more to say than
"Good luck."

What does it mean
to dream of you?
The faceless moon offers me no answers tonight.
Maybe the stars are just holes in the sky,
portals to the heavens beneath that thick velvet veil.
Maybe we're stars, too,
if heaven lies within.

Good morning, dearest,
go back to sleep
while I wait for the sunrise.