From across the room
I'm falling in love with you.
Your eyes, your smile, your hair, your voice.

From across the room
I noticed your demeanor.
Your hands, your back, your legs.

We've barely talked
We only have one week.
But,

from across the room
I noticed how much I could love
you, all of you.

For now
I'm over your eyes
your laugh.

For now
I don't feel the need
to call you.

For now
I can put the bottle
in the cupboard.

For now
you are a hundred miles away
from my mind.

But in the spring
you'll be back
close enough to touch.

And when you see
the bottle in my hand
do not ask me to dance.

We laid in my bed
as the snow fell all around
but I felt the chill.
You stroked my hair
as I kissed your lips
I felt you pull away.

I still see red
with feet firmly on the ground
you took away the thrill.
A vacant stare
my beating heart skips
if only to end the day.

Trying to clear my head
my ears pounds
trying to find the will.
All I did was care
as you vied for my hips
but you wouldn't stay.

My feeling left for dead
falling making no sound
river of emotions comes to a still.
Love is hard to bare
tears from my cheek drips
how could you leave me this way?

Distracted
is how I remember feeling when I
saw your eyes sparkle in the fading light,
too young, so naive,
remembering that summer is
accompanied by a rush of emotion,
complete with lust, regret, and it
taught me so much,
even to this day I find myself
d**istracted.

Lonelier every day
a strange tugging on the heart
this girl can't walk away.

Wishing he would stay
never would they be apart
lonelier every day.

Making your own way
leaving would be smart
this girl can't walk away.

Edges of the heart fray
where did it all start
lonelier every day.

Blue skies fade to grey
seas begin to part
this girl can't walk away.

Waves splash and spray
salt in the wounds smart.
Lonelier every day
this girl can't walk away.

Last Sunday
I was curled up in bed
dreaming of you next to me.
Sharing a pillow,
sharing a kiss.

This Sunday
I want you curled up
next to me.
Sharing the space between your fingers
sharing the same feelings.

Next Sunday
I'll be curled up alone
cold spaces next to me.
Sharing my shivers,
sharing my tears.

I
never thought I'd find someone like you
appealing
carefully avoiding this situation
creating a fantasy in my head
evaluating the consequences
sick of myself for the thought
someone else's husband
I** could never do that to a family
believing you're not that kind of man
leave it alone
entertaining the thought