I don’t know if I should.. I don’t know what is..
But when I close my eyes, I see you.
I see you like your my own masterpiece that I can remember every single detail of you.
The softness and lightness of your hands,
That weirdly adorable mole in your forehead,
Those nut brown eyes of yours, the way it scans the place back and forth in an odd kind of way,
The pinkness of your lips that oozes of its moistness  
I close my eyes and I see you.
I see you and I don’t know if I should continue.
I don’t know if I should but I want to paint you, so I could brush off all your burdens.
I don’t know if I should but I want to stitch you, so I could put back to pieces all love that you’ve lost.  
I don’t know if I should but I want to mold you, so I could shape and strengthen up the person that I think you must be.
I don’t know if I should be.. I don’t know what this is..
But when I close my eyes, I feel you.
I feel you like you’re my own bed that once I’m laid onto I’ll be vulnerable.  
I feel you.  
I feel you here, right on my mind and in my heart.