Nov 29, 2005 23:36
It was that old formilur feeling, that tingly butterfly in your stomach. That same smile that stopped me years ago. I sleep with this feeling im still getting used to. But this emptiness is hard to make friends with.
That night we shared was so beautiful. It was simple and quiet.
You were so beautiful, no make up, pajama pants and your favorite blanket. I watch you sleep, its like watching an angel. I could never be that good.
I dont know why your with me, he treats you so good.
But you say, its that old feeling.
We lay around like theirs nothing to do, you say its just fine , me and you.
Ive always seem way to lost, but since you've came around, i found my way.
Shes comes over unannounced, as if shes been here for years. she keeps a toothbrush at my place, as if i have the extra space. She steals my cloths to wear to work. ill never forget that day she called up and camed to me, when she was alone, and lonely.
Stayin home, just to play fight under the covers, and to find her completly vulnerable in my arms.