It’s not hard to figure out. We fall, we fall easy, and I fall hard. I don’t think it’s a secret. Some hearts break and some hearts mend, but some wait for the next. With every waking dream some wait for that moment, when this creepy beat is complete.
The eyes, my soul’s mirror, reflected, magnified, dissected.
That look, the glance, your glimpse folds me. In the eyes I see the dance, I watch it unfurl.
Hands clasped, walks, talks forever ever after. What brought you to me?
When the rain dances, I feel you against me, the warmth, beauty, and splendor of our creation.
With bitten lip, I taste you. I want you, only you, in this heartbeat, this moment, I know only you.
Your yielding touch, that spot, angels don’t feel this soft. One last touch forever a burn, a yearn, a death, one last pass my lovers love.
The slightest breeze brings you back, but I fear it is only me.
So many a dream these whiskey danced days. So many drunken days waiting for you, if just you to hear my drivel.
These lonely days of doubt, so worth the wait.
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