At the end of the day
I still won't have felt your touch
Only heard your voice
And seen your face
But at the end of the day
I'll imagine your touch
Your arms holding me
Your hands grabbing me
Your lips kissing me
And your body oh-so-close to mine
But at the end of the day
I'll remember your voice
You'll be talking over loud music
You'll be using your fine sense of language
You'll whisper things in my ear
And you'll make me blush all over
But at the end of the day
I'll remember your face
In a half-lit room with messy hair framing it
In a half-lit room with half-lidded eyes
In a half-lit room with a dreamy smile
And in a half-lit room with a gaze fixed upon me
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
At the end of the day
I still won't have felt your touch
Only heard your voice
And seen your face
But at the end of the day
I'll imagine your touch
Your arms holding me
Your hands grabbing me
Your lips kissing me
And your body oh-so-close to mine
But at the end of the day
I'll remember your voice
You'll be talking over loud music
You'll be using your fine sense of language
You'll whisper things in my ear
And you'll make me blush all over
But at the end of the day
I'll remember your face
In a half-lit room with messy hair framing it
In a half-lit room with half-lidded eyes
In a half-lit room with a dreamy smile
And in a half-lit room with a gaze fixed upon me
Written in 2013, sticking with my theme of love poems
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