I could lose myself
in her soft green eyes
in her dimples when she smiles
in the little hints of baby that are still clinging
to her face.
I could lose myself
in her infectious laugh
in her deep, giggly voice
in the scent of her hair that smells like shampoo,
and sweat, and ketchup
I could lose myself
in her dreams of glitter and princes
in her songs that make no sense
in her stories that go on, and on,
and on
I could lose myself
in thoughts of who she'll be one day
in thoughts of her hopes and dreams
in thoughts of the boy
who will steal her heart.
I watch her as she sleeps
her breath even and slow
her face so soft and serious
I lay here next to her,
and I get lost.
Oct 21, 2010
Oct 21, 2010 at 9:17 AM UTC
I could lose myself
in her soft green eyes
in her dimples when she smiles
in the little hints of baby that are still clinging
to her face.
I could lose myself
in her infectious laugh
in her deep, giggly voice
in the scent of her hair that smells like shampoo,
and sweat, and ketchup
I could lose myself
in her dreams of glitter and princes
in her songs that make no sense
in her stories that go on, and on,
and on
I could lose myself
in thoughts of who she'll be one day
in thoughts of her hopes and dreams
in thoughts of the boy
who will steal her heart.
I watch her as she sleeps
her breath even and slow
her face so soft and serious
I lay here next to her,
and I get lost.