It's 12:07am and I'm thinking about you
The way you ran your fingers through my hair
The way your eyes lit up at the sight of something beautiful
The way your silk lips met mine, just barely touching the surface
Then diving right in
Like a child visiting a pool on the first day of summer
The way you looked into my eyes and told me "it's all gonna be ok"
The way our bodies fit together so perfectly you'd think we were made for eachother
And I envy the readers of this poem
Because you are most likely thinking of a person right now that made you feel this way
The person that made you feel alive
The person that gave you a purpose
The person that made you feel safe
You see, I really have no person at all
Just a figment of my imagination
A predisposition of what love must be like
But alas I don't have a person
I am sitting as the world spins
As people fall in and of love
It's 12:07 and I'm thinking of "you"
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
It's 12:07am and I'm thinking about you
The way you ran your fingers through my hair
The way your eyes lit up at the sight of something beautiful
The way your silk lips met mine, just barely touching the surface
Then diving right in
Like a child visiting a pool on the first day of summer
The way you looked into my eyes and told me "it's all gonna be ok"
The way our bodies fit together so perfectly you'd think we were made for eachother
And I envy the readers of this poem
Because you are most likely thinking of a person right now that made you feel this way
The person that made you feel alive
The person that gave you a purpose
The person that made you feel safe
You see, I really have no person at all
Just a figment of my imagination
A predisposition of what love must be like
But alas I don't have a person
I am sitting as the world spins
As people fall in and of love
It's 12:07 and I'm thinking of "you"
