If I were to see a shooting star
I would immediately close my eyes
And yearn for his touch
I just want him in the most innocent of ways
To just be able to lie in bed with him
To feel those arms wrapped around me
To feel his heart beat move against mine
To kiss the warmthness that is his neck
To get my hands all lost in his hair
To kiss his plum lips
To get tangled up in the bedsheets as we talk about our dreams
I just want to feel his skin against mine
I want to take in his boyish scent
I want to be able to get lost within his eyes
And finally touch those dimples
I just want him and since there is no shooting star
I am keeping him alive the only way I know
I am keeping us alive through poems
Poems that he will never see
Filled with feelings that will never be voiced.