My Favourite Bad Habit

My favourite bad habit is you,
Lying side by side not caring what to do.
When you give a tender smile,
My heart stops for a while.

A hint of your gentle touch
Fills my memory all to much.
A longing to steal a kiss,
Held back by fear of being dismissed.

Struggling to contain this emotion
Of my love growing its devotion.

We lie there in this moment,
Whilst our hearts interpret this silence.

I hate this knowing feeling
Of time telling me I'm leaving,
And as we go to part
Another piece of me leaves my heart.