3:42am
i hear the rain falling, the soft taps lightly hit the window, I really should be asleep, as it's late, but my thoughts just won't stop singing in my head, they aren't bad thoughts, in fact, they're rather calming. Of course, they are indeed about the same person. Phil.
4:17am'
His silk black hair, his ocean blue eyes, his cloud pale skin, even his soft lips, am I aloud to look at him the way I do? Could it be wrong, I mean, he's just so nice to look at. He smells like lemongrass and sleep, his lips taste of apple juice and peach. The way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, how he pokes out his tongue when he laughs, every small detail is worth remembering.
5:38am'
I can't help but wish he was in my arms, fingers laced and legs intertwined, slowly drifting into sleep. I hear the raindrops lightening the patting noise on the foggy window glass, now all there is left is me and my thoughts, in the cold dark silence.
