you.

It is half past eleven
and my mind is on you.
I hope you are happy
and I don't know what to do.
I wish I was part of it
but what can I say,
I never meant that much to you
compared to my feelings not a bit.
I hope this year cuts the miles,
because you are too far way.
Then in pain I will have nearer smiles
and yet so far away.

dreams

I put my dreams in you
because no one else cares.
For them it is about goals,
but for you it is about life.
Sometimes it seems perfect,
to not have that same goal,
but life comes knocking,
always hard and always there,
and I'm reminded what you think
doesn't matter to life.
Failure and not and everything.
That is live. Life without you,
and yet with you too. Pointless.