The little thing's I do not share,
the little things I keep inside.
To hear you sing to your car radio,
to hear your passion,
to watch you drive.
As the lights of the rode caress your face,
I see your eyes flicker to me,
and you make a sidewise smile as you notice my gaze.
I study you,
like I do the **** models I draw for hours on end.
Memorizing every curve,
every dip,
every line.
When you tell me you love me you don't just with your lips,
but with your eyes,
with your body,
with your sole.
I feel as we are intertwined under the covers our sole are somehow combined.
Like hydrogen and oxygen we create life,
like potassium permanganate and glycerol we ignite
like Potassium Chlorate and Sulfur we explode into a show so stunning it lights up the faces of everyone around us.
Your kiss,
when the world is swirling around us and I make myself sick with worry,
you can make it stop.
You hold my face in my hands and keep everything else out,
if just for a second,
we're alone.
When you look at me with the saddest eye to ever grace this Earth,
I do not wonder why you worry,
but I wonder what would ever make you think I would leave,
I could leave.
Yet sometimes I worry the same.
You,
with all of your love.
You,
with all of your flaws.
You sometimes forget how to "relationship,"
but you never forget me.
You,
you hit walls when your angry,
but I will always be here to bandage your wounds.
You,
sometimes can't vocalise everything you mean properly,
but you don't need to,
because I know,
and I feel it too.
You,
run off and get yourself in so much trouble,
but I keep you in line,
and you teach me how to step outside them sometimes.
These little thing I take note of and never share,
I wonder what little things you keep of me.
Just another cheesy love poem written in the odd hours of the morning.
