I understand it’s always nice to hold someones hand and a kiss every now and then its what keeps someone alive.
But what you don’t understand is that I’d always hold your hand.
And kiss you every morning, noon, and night.
I look at you and you look at me and I’d say I’d love you if you’d say you’d love me.
But you won’t because you just can’t believe that someone could like you the way I do.
But your amazing, more amazing than me or anyone I’ll ever see.
Your hand is softer then any before.
Your eyes though smoke stained burn bright and clear.
Your complexion perfect everywhere I look.
And your breath always warm as breath always should.
If you’d open your eyes a little wider and look you’d see me standing there without the heart you already took.