At a loss for words, that�s what I can usually say because it seems like every time I try and tell you what runs through my head my tongue is trap behind my insecurities. But at night when I lay my head down everything releases every kiss, every touch and every word .My mind is running through a field of nothing but your memories. Its 1:03 am im lying on my back I look down at my shoulder to my chest; where your head layed as you slept not even a week ago. You would move id hold you tighter waking you from your bad dreams. The only thing I could think about was I wasn�t going to be there the next time you had a bad dream. The next time I would be too far to hold you and tell you that every things alright. To far as I am now,
To lonely without your hand in mine and too cold without the warmth of your skin against me. I don�t make eye contact I try my hardest not to, I�m too afraid you might see what I really feel or what I really think. Like maybe some magical way you could tell what I�m saying in my head. If that were possible you would have caught the word I love you thrown around once or twice�. Your scent still comes and than leaves before I can finish the flashback of my face tangled between your neck and the place your hair falls on your shoulders. If I could be anywhere it would be there, your pulse is a steady beat that put me fast asleep a couple times. I close my eyes and see you smile and I smile. If I could say everything I thought of in perfect description like how I see it before I go to sleep. Maybe you would finially realize the look in my eyes when I�m lost in yours. Id paint you a master piece
