I want to devour your thoughts,
I want to lick up your dreams,
I want to cradle the beat in your chest,
I want to take the strands of your hair on my pillow,
pull them tight,
And strum a lullaby,
one to go with your snores,
the bits of exhaustion that seep from you as you drift away,
But even though you are not here,
You are where my heart remains,
And I miss you in ways words could not even dream to explain,
but when I see you again,
When my eyes get to soak up the masterpiece that is you,
When they release drops of liquid passion full of emotions too strong to be named,
I will hold your hands in mine,
And I will flood your soul with the fire that is You and Me.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
I want to devour your thoughts,
I want to lick up your dreams,
I want to cradle the beat in your chest,
I want to take the strands of your hair on my pillow,
pull them tight,
And strum a lullaby,
one to go with your snores,
the bits of exhaustion that seep from you as you drift away,
But even though you are not here,
You are where my heart remains,
And I miss you in ways words could not even dream to explain,
but when I see you again,
When my eyes get to soak up the masterpiece that is you,
When they release drops of liquid passion full of emotions too strong to be named,
I will hold your hands in mine,
And I will flood your soul with the fire that is You and Me.
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