I can't stand the picture of your smile
It clenches my fists and grinds my teeth
Your eyes
Glistening like the stars
Your hands
Soft as Aphrodite’s
Your lips
Mysterious like the shadow of the figure
Down the dark street
I long for the taste of your lips
The promise of a chance at love
Lie to me
Tell me you love me and I’ll count a million sheep
Every night just to fall asleep
With the warmth of your body beside me
Guide me to a time where
The clock stands still as we
Star gaze and find patterns in the clouds
Frustration
Estrangement
Love pouring out my seams
All I’m missing is you
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