Waiting for the world to end
To see your face anew
Roving dreams and shattered schemes
All ends lead to you

There is smoke in my lungs
And a spark in your eye.
I don’t know if you know
How wonderful it is to stare at the sky
And hold your hand in mine.
I exhale slowly and sigh,
So you turn to me, quiet,
And ask me why?
Because I love you, my sweet.
I love you with a love that will not die.

I watched them from afar, as they laughed and played. Two pieces of innocence, that were soon to fade.

Cause each day they're getting older, now their smiles don't seem the same. They write their feelings in a folder, cuddling they pillows tightly, as they whisper the other's name.

The boy says: "I wish that I could hold you, just like when we used to play. I feel that I love you, but fear that you might not feel the same. So I'll hug my pillow tight, and these tears... will get me through the night. Tomorrow, I will get to see you smile, and I'll be alright."

The girl peeps through her bedroom window, though she can't see the boy. 'Maybe he's asleep, it was a long day after all.' Now she hugs a handmade doll, and whispers words she hopes it can't repeat:

"He looks so cute, when he takes a nap; though I can't remember, the last day his head rested in my lap. Doesn't he love me? Am I really just a friend? These feelings that I have, how can I ever tell him them? I miss the way he held me, all back then; like I was more than a friend. All of these kisses that I give you, are really meant for him."

She sighs and looks up at sky. "Why must boys become men? And why do I want that man, to be more than just my friend?... To be my lover in the end."

The entire realm
Of your
Beautiful bare-naked body
Is eternally engraved
In my mind.

Every bump,
Every bone.

The little freckle
On your left cheek
That catches my eye
Every time you speak.

All the scars
On the edge of your thigh,
One prominent one
Where my fingers would always lie.

The edges and curves
Of your heavenly hips,
All of which
My lips never skips.

The taste of your skin
I still feel from within,
But it's never the same
Till I feel you again.

I miss the soft sound of your breath
That put me to sleep at night.
Now I lie awake for hours
Wondering if you are alright.
And When I wake throughout my slumber
Something doesn't feel quite right.
I turn to hold you just to find
That you're nowhere in sight.

And if truth be told
It feels so cold
In this bed that's way too big without you.

I wonder,
Do you toss and fold
Till the night gets old
Do you still think about me too?