Breath, touch, thought, whisper.
Just hold me through tonight.
I know it's not always easy,
Not always what you want-
Or at least you say it doesn't matter because you love me and it's okay
You never tell me to stop and all I can think is thank you for loving me the way you do
I can't take my eyes off of your smile and the way you kiss my forehead I can't even fathom how you feel about me -
I hope it's as much as I feel for you.
YOU ARE READING
philophobia
Poetryit isn't always as it seems. first breaths of love, first breaks of hearts, first year. October 2013 - May 2015
