As I grew older I began to see my friends fall in love.

I began to see them care for someone with a deeper passion than I have ever seen,

And I began to see him feel the same way for her.

As I grew older I began to try and fall in love,

But I began to learn that no one wants to stay the week in my head.

No one wants to learn the creeks in my corner;

To find the secret hiding spots that no visitors know.

That is when I began to realize that I am a motel.

A place for people to stay the night,

To give them a warm place to stay on their journey to their final destination.

But I am not a place where people find their home in;

I am not a place that after a long day

People come back to feel comfortable and happy.

I am a place where people come and go,

And never decide to stay.

I have spent way to much time tending to the ones who come to stay at sunset

The ones who watch the beauty with me

and tell me the words I have always wanted to hear

But these people who I watch sunsets with

Are never there to watch the sunrise with me.

They are never their for the birth of love

But just for the ending.