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By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

Your fingertips against mine

Eyelashes against my cheek

I haven’t had these pleasures yet

I can’t touch you with a 10 foot pole,

But maybe my mom can

You got jokes

You got smarts

Learned from life

It doesn’t go easy on you

You don’t need another hindrance

At least that’s what you say

I want to kiss your face

I bought both parts of the atlas

Hoping it would give me the signs

In the light or in the dark,

But all the little lights

They just keep me from sleeping

Mind racing about the bad blood between us

The weatherman says tomorrow will be nice

Lets go for a picnic

We can match our heartbeats to each other

After we find a spot where the grass is shady

If I could only dent your armor

Find a kink

Define the words you use

Show me how to get to that side of Jordan

I’ll sing like a rooster

If that would make you bellow

The wall around you is stopping this beast in its tracks

I’m trying to be your passenger,

But Cupid keeps missing the mark

I want to wrap my arms around you

I want to buy you an orange mandolin

The sea in between us,

The one that has become our soundtrack

It’s making it hard to find the joy of nothing

If you wait,

All the times we had will get an honorable mention

When they dig two,

But they have to keep them shallow so we can feel the rain

Until then,

I’ll just stop talking

Lost and Found

Lost and Found

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

Nothing shows,

But fingertips and nose

When I wear the love you gave me

More comfortable in just my skin

Covered in sin

And truly shows what you've made of me

Living in this box of lost and found

In the alley behind a house of spiders

Right where I was left,

But not where I belong

I know this music

It's put me to sleep before

While dancing in your sheets

Laying beneath a canopy of electric stars

I made a wish each night

Always on the same star

The one Northeast of your heart

And intertwined with another

But your hands are full of responsibility

And my wishes fell on deaf ears

Living is easy in this box of lost and found

Where I was left,

But not where I belong

Even though this Winter of Sam is giving me the cold shoulder

Long nights laying my head on the cold ground

I use my daydreams for a pillow

Seems better than a door mat,

But I'm no expert on matters of the heart

Even though mine pumps you through my veins

I need a water tank to wash this stench of heartbreak off of me

There's not a shower in this box of lost and found

The box that I call home

Hiding beneath this balcony I want to be on

A birds eye view of where I was and where I came from

I have a blanket for the chilly air,

But it’s full of holes

A broken pen and dirty pad with which to write,

But you have to read between the lines

I have sunglasses to shade my eyes at night

When the nights get too bright

Lost and found is where I live

Lost and found in this box full of others wasted time

Living in this alley

The one behind the house of spiders

Right where I was left,

But not where I belong