house of sand

we are building this house of sand

slowing adding brick by brick

and with our tears we are hardening the floors

and setting in very very quick.

if we don't move to the ocean soon

this house will be the death of us,

the less we talk about it

the more it will consume us.

i'm sorry i checked up on you

and because of that, i made a new room

but you have to understand how hard this is

for me not to have you.

you called last night and it was short,

your voice was still beautiful as ever;

but your sentences were sharp and quick

and cut right to my heart.

i can't sleep in and i can't bring myself to eat

this house has infested my lungs,

we need to wreck it down

and start over as soon as its done.

these past two days have been hell

and i'm pretty sure they sucked for you too,

but they can't define the rest of our lives

cause we are better than 48 hours.

come back and rest in my arms

and then all will be well,

read this and take comfort in knowing

that i am yours through heaven and hell.

that is if you still want me,

if you still want this worrying heart;

i'd understand if you declined and moved on

but i want a real house, not one of sand, where we can make history together.

if we lie down together, we are sure to keep warm;

you better wrap yourself in blankets dear if you plan on sleeping alone.

-Lnk-