just sitting on that page
how much can change within my world
in that calendar’s cage
the days creep by before they drop
to my floor of memories
and the page that sits at the top
always means the most to me
it signifies my past days spent
building up that hill
for the beauty that came and went
i remember all of it still
i could not be who i am today
without these fallen ghosts
i don’t think i’d find a way
to live without those hosts
and sometimes i want the days to freeze
hold this moment still in time
but the days are still falling like leaves
onto this cluttered floor of mine
i love these days and memories
i hold each one so close
i bottle them up as remedies
i sometimes need a dose
oh fate, or life, or god on high
how could you be so kind
to give me such an amazing life
such perfection is all i find
i smile for these nights i sit
recalling things that passed
i settle down and wait for it
but this dream just seems to last
such blessings must come from above
but i still don’t believe
but all this feeling and all this love
is just so far beyond me
and the days continue to pile up
on my bedroom floor
and i glance from there, up and up
to the calendar on my door
so many days left in my life
but how can they ever beat
these 30 days and 30 nights
that i’ll forever keep
they’ll be tucked inside a box
safe from loss of memory
but i won’t be using locks
cuz i’ll still want to see
i’ll open it up when i am down
or feeling somewhat blue
i’ll treasure them when noone’s around
and i’ll be thinking all about you
your lovely smile, and happy eyes
and the way you called me pure
and the way you made me realize
just how much i must deserve