I've wasted all the pages in my notebook trying to find the right words to say to you.
Its 12:39 a.m.
My eyes burn & my arm hurts but I refuse to sleep until I find the perfect words to explain how I wouldn't mind waking up every day to see the beautiful face I still crave.
After all this time...
My world still revolves around you & I know you know it.
I'm a fool for you & I'm not afraid to show it.
The sun will set & the moon will rise & leave just in time for morning to arrive.
Its a cycle & with each day that passes it makes the last ones seem so overdue.
Every page in my notebook
Every new morning
Every sleepless night
Belongs to you.