day eighty-nine: i know this will be misunderstood, but it must be said.

nights like this

i miss you more

and more

and

more.

nights so cool

and chill

and more

and

more.

nights where coyotes

howl and scream

and more

and

more.

nights when the moon

just seems so near

and more

and

more.

nights like this

i simply miss

the sound of my name

and more

i miss the sound of yours

and more

rolling of a tongue

and more

and so i'll whisper it

and more

into nights like these.

fix my heart.

day eighty-six: sometimes misunderstandings.

sometimes misunderstandings

can end the world

sometimes misunderstandings

can change a life

sometimes misunderstandings

are the best thing about my days

sometimes misunderstandings

make me question my ways

sometimes misunderstandings

make me think about the "what if"s

sometimes misunderstandings

make me want to take long, long trips

sometimes misunderstandings

are what life is made of

and sometimes misunderstandings

make people fall in love

sometimes misunderstandings

aren't amiss at all

sometimes misunderstandings

are ways we actually tell all

sometimes misunderstandings

are not meant to be misunderstood

sometimes misunderstandings

are truth in a little red hood