to him,
Once upon a time you wished to hold my hand.
Caressing me with words.
Touch my heart with your soul.
Becoming the man I want.
“Stay right here” I dare not say. “Hold me tight , don’t turn away.”
I wish I could of seen which path to choose.
The tears in my eyes clouded me.
I went left.
I should of went right.
I walked right past you.
Fighting the battle in my soul,
why’d I ever let you go.
What happened to my lover I never so much as kissed.
What happened in the years I missed?
What if…
what if?
What if this plague of thoughts could be erased what if I cleaned the slate.
I want you to grab my hand and kiss my tears.
I wanted you to fill my bed.
Your essence to be all that I could breath.
That your look consumed me.
Your eyes that seemed to welcome me.
A smile that attracted my lips.
Gestures to contract my hips.
Even the loneliest nights can be spent with people.
If I only had you, even if only in thought
I felt surrounded by a fire in a mid-summers breeze with the breath on neck.
And arms drawing close.
The warmth on my face that I’d hope was your hand telling me you’re here.
But my eyes would open and you were not here.
I should of…
I should of told you…
told you…
told you that I loved you.
Then one day I heard your voice and I opened right up.
I miss you,
your touch that I dream of.
Call me pretty, call me silly, call me dorky, call me…just call me yours.
I want you, like you never knew, I want you like you wished I did.
I want all your silly stories.
I want coffee under the stars.
I want to warm my feet on yours.
I want your arms to hold me when I sleep.
I want your hand to brush the hair from my eyes.
I want to make you soup when your to sick to go outside.
I want to be the arms that take you in when the world pokes at your will.
I want my chest your night time pillow.
I want..
I want…
I want every part of you.
The good with the bad.
The young and the older.
The wise and the adolescence.
The secrets we have, I want them to be ours.
I want to be your shelter I want to protect you from the rain.
And kiss your forehead every time it rains.
Baby, I wish I would of told you…
now I’m glad I did.
I just wish I could see your face, and touch you like I never did.
Love,
Yours
