1.
Sometimes I forget just how much I love your face.
It is so open, but I still can’t tell what you’re thinking.
Sometimes I forget just how much I love your voice.
It’s so clear, and I wish that I could hear it all day long.
Sometimes I forget just how much I love your hands.
They’re soft, but not too soft, and I wish I could hold them.
2.
Sometimes he looks at me like I’m the world and I freeze and I don’t know what to do
Because there’s someone else he looks at like that and she’s more than I am
But he is more to me that he his to her
He is a world to me and only an island to her
But regardless
Sometimes he looks at me like I’m the world and I melt inside
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
1.
Sometimes I forget just how much I love your face.
It is so open, but I still can’t tell what you’re thinking.
Sometimes I forget just how much I love your voice.
It’s so clear, and I wish that I could hear it all day long.
Sometimes I forget just how much I love your hands.
They’re soft, but not too soft, and I wish I could hold them.
2.
Sometimes he looks at me like I’m the world and I freeze and I don’t know what to do
Because there’s someone else he looks at like that and she’s more than I am
But he is more to me that he his to her
He is a world to me and only an island to her
But regardless
Sometimes he looks at me like I’m the world and I melt inside
