I hate how your smile makes my heart race every time. The way you move, the way you talk, it pulls me in, but you don’t see it.
I want to reach out and touch you, to feel your warmth against me. But you stand there, so unaware of the feelings spilling out of me.
I hate how I dream of you every night, your face, your voice always there. No matter what I do, I can’t stop thinking about you.
Your strong body makes me feel weak, makes me feel alone when you’re not near. Even your scent lingers, and I find myself turning, hoping you’re behind me.
Everyone watches you, like you’re the most amazing thing they’ve ever seen. Yet somehow, you look at me like you understand what I feel.
I spend my nights imagining you, wishing it was your hands holding me, wishing it was you beside me, instead of this empty space.
But no matter what, I just want you to know I’ll always be here, waiting, hoping, wanting, Yearning.
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