Your eyes are staring at me,
As I'm
Gazing back at you,
And the longing look within them
As you wonder what to do.
I run my fingers through your hair
And see your face light up,
Imagining your hand was there,à
Your soft, and gentle touch.
And as the night draws into day,
And sunlight does appear,
The tiredness within us
Vanishes
Into
Thin air,
I reach on out to touch you,
But feel you I cannot,
Because
You're just an image
A memory time forgot.
So I draw back deep within myself,
And search deep down again,
For the memories of loving,
To ease
My lonesome pain.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
Your eyes are staring at me,
As I'm
Gazing back at you,
And the longing look within them
As you wonder what to do.
I run my fingers through your hair
And see your face light up,
Imagining your hand was there,à
Your soft, and gentle touch.
And as the night draws into day,
And sunlight does appear,
The tiredness within us
Vanishes
Into
Thin air,
I reach on out to touch you,
But feel you I cannot,
Because
You're just an image
A memory time forgot.
So I draw back deep within myself,
And search deep down again,
For the memories of loving,
To ease
My lonesome pain.
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