If I could melt softly into the way your
lips curl (and smile preciously) around
everything you say and your
pretty boy eyes like gems still
send shivers trailing down my spine
and every kiss is lingering nirvana
dripping from your fingertips.
If Time could just be so nice as to
s t o p f o r u s
just in this moment
we could show the world the way we
sugar-coat cliches and piece ourselves together
in all the right (they think it's so wrong) ways
and forever like you said might seem a little more real
if we weren't always torn away...
peeling myself from your breathtaking voice
just to say goodbye (too many times) again.
It's four am and I'm always trying to sleep
but too busy starving of your touch and thinking
of how tomorrows are always so much better
than the nights (I'm aching) without you.