Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Style of your hair
shape of your eyes and your nose
the way you stare
As if you see, right through to my soul

It's your left hand and the way
that it's not quite as big as your right

the way you stand in the mirror
before we go out at night

Our quiet time
your beautiful mind

They're a part of the list
Things that I miss
Things like your funny little laugh
the way you smile or the way we kiss

What I noticed is this
I come up with
something new, every single time
that I sit and reminisce

The way you sweet smell
lingers when you leave a room
Stories you tell as we lay
in bed all afternoon

I dreamed you now every night
in my mind is where we meet
and when I'm awake
staring at pictures of you asleep

Touching your face
invading you space

Oooh, and you'll live in my memories forever more I swear
And you'll live in my memories forever more I swear .


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