I hate this feeling
That you're fading
Not only away from me
But from my mind
I'm starting to forget
What your touch feels like
What your lips feel like on mine
The way you looked at me
Did you smile instantly?
What were you thinking?
I have to dig deep
Then I remember
How dorky you are
When you sang Tina Turner and didn't think anyone was around
How comforting you are
When you let me rest my head on your shoulder and smoke cigarettes together
How similar you are
When you read to me and almsot fell asleep
How carefully trusting you are
When you took me to the bar in Savannah and told me the secrets of your past
How slow you are
When your hands were on my sides and you would slowly kiss me
How modest you are
When you said I deserve better and I shouldn't know a guy like you
How adventurous you are
When we talked about sailing around Italy
But what I remember the most
Is your beautiful blue eyes
And what I saw when I looked at your for the first and the last time
About the Creator
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