sweetheart it's five past one and you're still swimming through my thoughts
leaving your mark throughout my mind
I don't know why you are there yet I'm here, vacant arms.
I crave the feeling of your skin brushing against my own


I begin to drift off into a different world where I'm kissing your lips and feeling the lines on your fingertips
I dream about your hands and the way they will piece together so perfectly with mine, a jagged puzzle becoming whole.


baby, morning is creeping up yet I'm still here, thinking about how perfect you are.
The suns rising and I can see your smile within the beauty.


sweetheart before I start my day please know I am no writer
so excuse my scattered thoughts.
but I must somehow express the nights I lie awake thinking of you.