Another Sleepless Night
Another sleepless night
I am thinking of him again.
When ever I think of him,
All I think about are those eyes.
Those eyes are the first things that I noticed.
Those eyes are the last that haunt me at night and in my dreams.
So cool, so inviting,
I want to drown inside of them.
His smile makes me quiver
And shake, I feel like mush.
But the light from those eyes
I cannot describe with mere words.
I want to run into his arms,
But he's not here
I am alone and daydreaming of him.
I rub my cheek against a pillow and pretend his arms are around me.
I go crazy and try to recall his smell.
He was the first and he'll be the last.
My heart cannot belong to another.
Published on May 5, 2006 in