contemplating all in the little time inbetween hello and goodbye as I try to hold on to those few moments we once shared, But soon enough this will not be enough to satisfy my craving, you see I am saving these memories in the back of my mind because the times are getting tough with out a clue as too who you are. We are delaying the inevitable. And in the mean time The decaying nature of hanging on the edge, the anticipation has me loosing my head, my face turns red each time I beg you to let me into your life, even if just for one night. To see your eyes, in realtime. To trap your lower lip with my teeth to taste your tongue, To breath you in and exhale the warm feeling back onto your soft skin. When.. can i wrap myself in your arms, when can i feel your heart beat, when can we meet so that this anticipation stops. When will you prop your head on my shoulder because you are tired, when can we fall asleep side by side with our heads turned torwards each other embraced in a hug that just about smoothers us. We must meet soon or else the anticipation will sink to my gut, make my head bust, and it will be another lonely night in the ruts.
