i can't always tell you how i feel
yet you ask me anyway
but my voice is weak
and my words are choking me

i can't feel my fingertips
and truthfully
all i desire is a kiss from your lips
and your hands to warm mine once more

i've wanted to be your everything
ever since we first laid eyes on each other
and in this moment, i feel i am,
your honey coloured irises
meeting my ocean blues,
the same warmth filling both.
as you gaze into my eyes,
we share the same thoughts,
of the love we make and the times we share,
and the fires we've started
in each other's young hearts.
in your arms, i'm a ****** again,
innocent and pure, full of promise,
and not tainted like my past has taught me.
you have my everything
just as i have yours.

let me know when your heart is sad
so that i may plant soft tender kisses
a c r o s s   y o u r   s k i n
in rows like tiny seeds
in hopes that you may feel
my love
my hope
my dedication
budding **u n d e r n e a t h   y o u r   s k i n

i have no motivation
no inspiration
no creation
nothing at all

something within me stirs
and i have to find a way to let it loose

but i have no motivation
no inspiration
no creation
nothing at all

it's killing me from the inside out
and *i don't think i can take it anymo--

one day
i hope to wrestle with you at 3am
laughing as we pin each other down
tangling up in the sheets
and making fools out of ourselves
only to fall asleep in each other's arms
and wake up at 1pm the next day
tangled in each other's limbs
just to kiss each other's necks good morning

... is when you're deliriously tired, your eyelids heavy and hanging over your orbs like curtains containing the summertime heat.

... is when you've just met the one who lights your skin on fire with a single kiss and fills you with life unlike any other.

... is when you've finished your last drink and you're sitting alone in your bed wondering where your life will turn next.

... is when you're standing in the shower and all of the thoughts of the day come rushing to your brain like the heat of the water on your back.

... is when you feel you have nothing to say, and even your bones are hollow.

i met your lips with mine
feeling our hearts beating against each others' chests
as my brain evaporated into the fog
and my coffee stained lips molded against yours
writing unspoken stories of intimacy
no one but you would ever have the pleasure of hearing

we held each other like two puzzle pieces
cut out for each other and brought together
like cigarettes to the flames of lighters and matches
and our love became the nicotine laced smoke
far less toxic yet just as addictive
and just as breathtaking

content
my happiness like an ember in a fireplace
slowly burning in my core
only unlike an ember
it won't eventually burn out
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