When he around and when he is gone
Your lips take me to a place I have never yet to seen.
You eyes make me seen the future at its most fine.
Your skin makes me feel like I am because I am. You are my home and I don’t want to leave my home ever.
Your touch makes me feel alive and that can never go wrong and nothing will happen as long you are here. But once your touch starts to fade you come back giving me more.
After awhile of missing you and wish you were near I get lost in my head with my own thoughts. Just sitting and wondering, looking at this wall like time won’t change. Sit outside hope to see you sooner then you say. Then parts of fear what if something has while you are coming back I mean I know it is only three in a half hours, but the thought of you being gone and not here anymore kills me and fears me.
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