She’s always been the apple of my eye, once on a branch far too high. Both the sun and moon within my sky, I’ll love her until the day I die.
When she walks on me she walks without shoes and when she puzzles me she still gives me clues. She takes my blacks and makes them blues, but does she have as much as me to lose? And in every life will it be me she’ll still choose?
She’s my everything and more; the only one I scribble these silly poems for. Almost in my blood, she’s in me to my core, the only one I could ever adore.
When she talks to me she talks without game, each word she says is soft, I love the way she says my name, it’s nothing noticeable but noticeably not the same. She sets me ablaze from a simple flame, a breath of air that I wished for came.
It’s something that no one could understand and each day it only seems to grow. I could cut off and sever each hand, and still not manage to ever let go. I wake up and cherish every single day, and I’m thankful for each past and coming year. My love I could never drift away; I was always meant to be here.
I miss you all hours of the day More throughout long nights Curled up next to somebody else It just doesn't feel right I lie awake for an eternity Memories in my head Wishing it was me there with you Instead of her beside you in bed When finally my mind drifts off Expecting sleep to bring relief It is a blessing and a curse You always haunt my dreams