Maybe I haven't tasted your lips,
Or smelled the scent of your skin,
I haven't felt the warmth of your hand in mine,
And there are days that go by
That the weight of you gaze is always on someone else and never on me.
So yes,
Maybe one day
You'll pour yourself into someone else
And your heart will whisper secrets under their fingertips
While you trail your own down their body.
But I have heard the sound of your laugh,
And seen the shape of your smile,
And on the days that you do look at me
I feel your eyes burn throughout every inch of my body.
I know it'll never be me you turn to at night,
But god,
I'll be ****** if I ever say that one look,
One smile,
One laugh,
Meant for me wasn't enough.