watching embers burn

these city streets are full of strangers with dreams. some never wake from them or know what they mean. how you despise them for their ignorant bliss. arms flailing, reaching for your lost innocence. still i'm wanting you so bad.

my dearest Mia you're living through more than you acknowledge is there. i can't help but notice you care. you know that i've noticed
and pretend you don't know this, Mia.

you gave up sleeping so no dream could exist. withering away now from your failure to risk. the irony is i'm too blinded to see. we too are strangers passing on the same street. still i'm wanting you so bad

my dearest Mia you're living through more than you acknowledge is there. i can't help but notice you care. you know that i've noticed
and pretend you don't know this, Mia.