It’s like finding a heart that beats the same as yours
When really it’s the way you smelled when you met
The eyes that you couldn’t tear away from
The hands that looked so soft and easy to hold.
Hearts don’t know the first thing about love
It’s the way our bodies meet and touch
It’s glances at things that most would not notice
It’s brushing of fingertips on soft, bitten lips.
It’s memories that cannot be recreated
No matter how hard you try.
It’s feelings that cannot be described with words
It’s words that cannot be described with actions.
It’s uncontrollable heartbeats and smiles
Pulses and breaths and a little bit of sweat.
It’s almost like you can’t breathe.
So distracted, I’ve forgotten what they call it.
#282
Aug 15, 2011
Aug 15, 2011 at 2:14 AM UTC
It’s like finding a heart that beats the same as yours
When really it’s the way you smelled when you met
The eyes that you couldn’t tear away from
The hands that looked so soft and easy to hold.
Hearts don’t know the first thing about love
It’s the way our bodies meet and touch
It’s glances at things that most would not notice
It’s brushing of fingertips on soft, bitten lips.
It’s memories that cannot be recreated
No matter how hard you try.
It’s feelings that cannot be described with words
It’s words that cannot be described with actions.
It’s uncontrollable heartbeats and smiles
Pulses and breaths and a little bit of sweat.
It’s almost like you can’t breathe.
So distracted, I’ve forgotten what they call it.
#282
