| You know,
I missed you from the day I met you, And I missed you from 10 years before that. The only difference, is that now I know your name. I spend my nights, thinking about you; imagining you in my arms, wanting your hair inbetween my fingers, and wanting your impression on my lips. Bodies of your kisses dance upon my lips, The shadows of your hands hold me against your soul, And somewhere between the glittering twilight that exists only in my mind, It's not only an image of your face, I'm actually with you. |