Sometimes I miss you.
Sometimes I really miss you.
Other times I am craving for you,
And occasionally my heart squeezes longingly so.
Should I dream of you,
I would want you to dream of me too,
To be connected in a way beyond your lovely hands touching my side,
And just maybe, that divine little weight upon my skin.
I used to look for just a girl with a pretty smile,
A beautiful mind and lips that speak sweet things...
And I am still looking for this girl every morning,
Every time I open my eyes in bed, and reaching out to touch, you.
We hold in our kiss what you once called the beauty of a fading dream,
The light to what seems to be a way of desperation,
Or perhaps just one to break down my seams.
Your touch calls upon my skin waves upon waves of trembling need,
Leaving me in fear of your breath-taking little smiles,
A chance to lose my mind to this consolation of love in between.
But I'm the one who has been preaching the lack of beauty in a fading dream,
Lighting the light in making our own unfading dreams,
And to perhaps hoping to fall in love somewhere in between.
Looking Into Your Eyes by jackiewelles, literature
Literature
Looking Into Your Eyes
It's like finding a connection into my own heart,
To gaze into the beautiful of something that could one day feel terrible,
Trust in that you won't look away,
At least not before your heart slips from mine.
And I wish for it to never slip from mine,
Because the only music I long to hear are your whispers in my ears,
The only promises of happiness I need,
And perhaps a little more taste of your soft soft lips.
I love you, incredibly,
And hope you feel the same indefinitely,
Because I feel I want you so much you could not possibly imagine,
And love you in a way where no part of my heart could be left hidden.
I wondered if you could hear my heart in your sleep,
Recognize the smell of my skin in your dreams,
Touch my lips when you wake up,
And whisper in my ears while I sleep.
I pondered all that as you fell asleep to my heartbeat,
Breathing softly on my chest with one of your hands still feeling me.
And when I wake up it was your lips,
Or maybe it's all just a dream.
But when I declared "I love you",
I could feel your lips at my ear,
Whispering the sweet melody,
Of everything I ever wanted to hear.
I cried again today with a smile,
In silence of the darkest of clouds.
So I dreamed about you,
And wrote to you in ways I realized I have never done before.
I closed my eyes again today with a smile,
Trying to savor the love I know you have for me,
How much you mean to me,
And hoping that you'd understand tonight with a touch of your hand over my chest.
I remember dreaming about waking up to you,
Groping you out of playfulness,
And seeing the love within your smile.
I would trade a rose for each one of your smiles,
A weekend for each moment I could be with you,
And all my trust for your love.
But I wouldn't trade anything for the freedom of my heart,
Because I like it where its attached to,
For there's no better place to be,
Than simply being with you.
I saw a street lamp today,
And I thought it was the moon.
The one I opened my eyes to last night,
Cuddling sleepily to your side.
I thought it was your hand,
Lingering softly on my chest,
A heart beating a little too loud,
Or maybe it was just, my love.
Through your hug,
I find myself understanding everything you used to do.
Teasing me playfully,
Running a finger down my chest,
Pushing me playfully,
But never really letting go.
Even in the libraries,
My eyes seem to be your only book.
So through your smiles I've seen the world,
And through your hug I definitely feel something much more.