What does it mean to you
When we lay together all night?
Caressing your skin
Pulling each other close
Holding me tight
What about the forehead kisses?
The ones you plant when you think I'm asleep
The ones hidden in the dark of my room
Only known by you and me
We used to call these things "soft"
Now I depend on them like the air I breathe
I wonder if you feel the same thing
I try not to get attached
But I can't help myself when it comes to you
You're so addicting
Would you play in the cold rain with anyone else?
Would you stay up all night laughing with them?
Am I your favorite story to tell?
So many questions I'm too afraid to ask
So I'll keep writing poetry
Until these feelings pass...
-LS
