I can't sleep
Everytime I remember your words
They snap and recoil
And hurt me awake
Next time when someone
Promises me forever
I'll just smile
Look them in the eyes and ask
How long is forever to you.

"Your arms feel like home." I said.
"Yours are heaven." He replied.

Have you ever felt the feeling of love?
The one you can't describe.
The feeling that you would do anything for them.
The feeling of upsetting them kills you inside.
The feeling of being away from them for minute is like a life time.
The feeling of caring so much for them you don't care for your self anymore.

The moment your not around them you crave,
There love
There affection
There attention
There sense
There heart beat.

When all you physically & emotionally want is them?

I Have

I can't keep my hands off of you
I need to be holding your hand
or something
anything
at all times

because you're a dream to me
and I need to know if
you're really real

I need to show you that
my love for you is real too
because this dream-like feeling
makes me believe it is

my head rests on this pillow
my head becomes restless on this pillow
being able to look at you
when your head rests on this pillow
next to me
I'm at rest with you

your lips are like pillows
when you slowly let them shut on mine
and I'm at peace
when my head becomes restless
in thoughts of you
my head is at rest because you are mine
and I can kiss those pillow lips

the songs you sing come from
the bottom of your heart
and the top of your head

because you sing what is true to you
you have no fear in what you sing
fear in the truth
or fear in the world you dream to be singing to

you sing to me now
and my heart glows from the core
and I see this is
true

you say I'm your muse
but you're my inspiration

your eyes give me vision
your touch gives me feeling
your voice gives me mine

this is what makes me want to write

you will never be forgotten.
ever.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.