as i am laying in bed,
drifting off to sleep,
my mind wanders back to thoughts of you
and your smile
and your shy voice
your timid movements.
then i recall the beauty you possess
with your stories
and laugh
eyes
and that soft soft hair
with an angelic halo on top.
habibi, not even heaven could compare to you,
nor the stars in the sky
nor mona lisa
not even BREAKFAST by BROCKHAMPTON.
my passion for you sizzles like a fire
and my thoughts always manage a way to travel back to you
back to our inside jokes
back to your rosey cheeks
back to the one i love
back to you.
no matter who i meet,
my heart only sees you.
no matter how beautiful the person may be,
my hunger only starves for your fleeting glances.
and every time i recall the memories,
the flashbacks of us holding hands
cuddling
kissing
playing with each other's hair
latching our legs together
stealing glances from another like the most wanted robbers
i find myself wanting you even more.
i yearn to just hear your voice,
to touch you again
to hear you say "drawing"
to mess up your hair once more
to kiss you on the forehead
to huddle together, whispering our secrets so quietly since we like to keep things delicate.
our love may seem fragile to others
but, alas, i feel it.
fragile is the word one uses to describe glass
or a man's masculinity,
things our connection has nothing to do with.
you are not that overplayed pop song to me,
you are the hidden gem in my playlist that only few have the luxury to enjoy.
how i am glad to be existing in the same time frame as you.
