teacake ☆

I get to practice, the stage, the area and I see you…your hair, your clothes, your smile, your soft skin and I want it all. But not the way you think, I want you near me, talking to me, noticing me and only me…and you do but not in the way that it matters when two hearts beat as one. You smile at me, ask about my day, laugh with me and me? I listen real hard, look at you real good, appreciate what time you give me. I’m careful to not take our memories for granted because I might not be able to do those things again.

“You’re beautiful” I want to say

“You matter to me” I want to tell you

“You make my heart feel again” I want to whisper to you as we lay close to each other in a field reading poems…but I don’t…at least not my lips.

But I pray my eyes do and you see it…if not at least I felt this and thank you for making me feel again, even if may never know it.

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