it's past four am and i bet you're sleeping peacefully in the next room but everybody in here is snoring if only i could hear you snoring because i'm sure it will still be soothing if it's coming from you.
but today you touched my hand and it was such a simple movement but i couldn't breathe but i couldn't focus and i laughed when you laughed because i wasn't listening to the conversation Just communicating with your hands
today i could smell you raw and pure As you pressed my head into your chest
and, oh lord, i swear i can smell him through these walls
(or maybe it's your smell clinging to my t-shirt liKe i'm clinging so desperately to the thought of you)
and i'm on this cold sofa and your warm arms are so close but not close Enough
and it's past four am and i want you so innocently to just hold me let me listen to your heartbeat to steady mine
and it's past four am and i still think you're beautiful when you're tired and your sleepy eyes are my favourite in their darkened shade of blue
i woke up around four am and looked instantly to where you were before and it's shock because you're gone because i couldn't watch you sleep and you couldn't steady my thoughts with your very presence
and it's past four am and i'd love you to walk back in here and take me by the hand and just hold me close to you and let me sleep away the nightmares.
because i would treasure every **** second
it's five am and i'm still awake and you're still beautiful and endlessly fascinating (i'm begging for sleep so i can see you sooner) and you're way out of my league and it's all just pointless daydreams