pressed lips to paper cannot print words; they fade and smudge without a touch when all i need are your eyes on my lashes to feel we are for each other. and shiver, shiver smiling beneath a canopy of rain
but these days i can still feel you slipping through my fingers. you are liquid; calm until rattled; furious; passionate; evaporating. until the last few drops are gone i will hold close to the thought of you. i dont want to loose this forever. i need you back. i guess until then i'll just be waiting for the next rainstorm.