your eyes,
much like the stars,
waters my eyes
and keeps my head high.
my fingertips constantly
reaching for you
and all the way to the stars
that glitter in the moonlight.
i'd tilt my head,
my neck over slightly,
your lips brush on me,
and suddenly
i know
you feel as i do,
and thats enough for me
to know that this is true.
you bring me back to reality
because sometimes i lose it
and think that nothing is real.
looking up at you
is far more enchanting than
looking at the stars.
and dear, you know
just how much i live for
the stars.
just know that
all of this is true.
why does this feel right?
your lips on my neck
the pit of my stomach flutters
and i know that maybe,
just maybe,
this could last.
your lips are soft
my hands are weak,
what if i am not what you need?
i cannot stop writing about you nor
thinking about you.
i drew you for Christ's sake,
you are my muse and the
most beautiful girl i have
ever had the chance to discover.
you bring out the light in me,
the reason i smile and laugh
and can finally live
all of this,
these words,
the poems,
the lyrics,
the books,
the whispers,
the smiles,
the artwork,
and the way i look at you...
all of it means the one thing i believe ill
never be able to show you.
but hey,
ill try.
in case you're wondering, its love that i feel like i can never show.