(no subject)
It's night number three of me being gone
and sometimes your face,
the reflection of your wonderful reactions,
creating the over-all you I know...
those mannerisms cross my mind when I'm awake in bed.
and I ponder what you're pondering, an 11 hour bus ride away.
And those looks at me, deep in my eyes, almost every time they meet, I know it is one of the most genuine glances I'll ever experience-
how can I not miss that intensity?
I'll be home tomorrow, and I would like to feel another kiss that you give to me, as much as I want to give to you.
and sometimes your face,
the reflection of your wonderful reactions,
creating the over-all you I know...
those mannerisms cross my mind when I'm awake in bed.
and I ponder what you're pondering, an 11 hour bus ride away.
And those looks at me, deep in my eyes, almost every time they meet, I know it is one of the most genuine glances I'll ever experience-
how can I not miss that intensity?
I'll be home tomorrow, and I would like to feel another kiss that you give to me, as much as I want to give to you.