I could lay here and listen to you speak for hours.

I could lay here and watch you play for hours.

But there aren't enough hours in the day to admire you.

If there were, I wouldn't hate having to say goodnight.

I would hold on to my truth.

My truth of how I look at you, feel you, want you.

Are there enough hours in the day for you to listen to me speak?

Are there enough hours in the day for you to watch me play?

Do you hate telling me goodnight?

I know your truths.

You could lay there and listen to her speak for hours.

You could lay there and watch her play for hours.

There aren't enough hours in the day for you to admire her.

You hate having to say goodnight to her.

You want to know her truths.

Not mine.