Writing
Writing on the crumbled paper,
My body trembling with fear,
Wondering if you scared like me,
hopeing taht it's all meant to be.
Your touch makes me glow,
Glowing with such happiness,
Grateful; to mean so much to you.
How does wondering
Ever accomplish anything
It's the communication
and the sacrifice,
Of all our own souls define,
the cloudiness of words,
throughout my head
Your voice, a sound so divine.
Being here with you tonight,
Makes things seem right,
But waking up withought you near,
Is really so much fright.
I love to play and sing and fight,
But I like to hold hands too,
And kiss your
soft lips goodnight,
That's when my heart heals,
and yours does too.