Every time you come back
right into your arms I go
It can be months later but Ive memorized your arms like they are my home
every time you come back its like I havent spent the last nine months trying to get over you
You serve the country,
While my heart is aching,
I dare not look away those moment you are in front of me,
and I remind myself to memorize this feeling when with you I lay,
But if I take a second for granted,
It might just be too late,
I believe I can wait it out,
I can be here when your home for good,
But is that too long,
Will things remain the same,
and Will our hands still fit ever so perfectly?
