there are still times of night
when I can feel you under my skin.
your eyes still burning my skull,
sometimes I feel for the heat,
sometimes I want the pain.
there are still days when I'm driving
and I can still hear the music
your call ringing in my ear
and your laugh
pulling the sides of my mouth to my eyes
almost blinding me with its softness
there are still midnight moments
when I can feel your fingertips
running against my hair
your breath caressing my soul.
there are still sunny days
when I can taste your vanilla lips
and your smokey smile
giggling against mine
because nothing is funnier than love.
there are times of night
when I can hear our hearts
beating together,
thinking if one stopped,
the other would too.
c.d.
a/n: school gives me existential crises
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PoetryA collection of poems, most written at extremely late, or should I say extremely early, times of the day, when my mind can truly bleed its thoughts onto paper.
