REEMS

i want to pull the reems from your head

to read 

the thoughts i can't have

i want to pull 

and wade through you 

until i find me.

i always want this from you.

every

moment

i'm with you, i just

want to know doyouloveme?

and to think that when i'm old and grey

i'll look back

on you and i

and remember how i wish you were mine.

now

i've just got this sad, sinking feeling 

the lowers 

from my head to my soul:

that when i am 

old and grey,

you'll be far 

from me.