missing you does not feel romantic
in the way that your words do when you write me
sweetly, and gently with the tenderness spilling from the ink
this longing doesn't mirror the racing of my heart during that first dance
as the shadows in the room were playing on your face
i couldn't keep up with the pace at which my feelings for you were shifting,
changing into something softer than casual conversation to entertain myself with
and why would i choose that when occupying my mind with you sounds much more appealing
romantic is the way you kiss me slowly when we're alone
your lips taste of promises and excitement
and we're both filled with fear
but god, fear has never tasted this sweet before
as sweet as subtle hand squeezes that remind me
this is real, now i'm smiling
i'm the biggest fool for you
my poetry is usually dark and dreary and sounds like broken love songs
but you've got me leaning towards romanticism
you make the words flow into something light and sounding of happiness
i adore it
I adore you.
