It’s the way that sun comes up everyday,
I swear it’s attached to a string on your finger.
I lay awake, waiting –
waiting for those golden rays to spill through my window
and I always, always think of you.
You are the void,
that I begin everyday thinking of.
I yearn to pull the sheets over my head and
I would disappear into your world –
if you just ask,
I would walk on water for you.
But you don’t ask
and everyday that sun rises and sets,
just a yo-yo on your finger. My heart.