I miss you when the night progresses
and my thoughts are full of our past caresses
Like when I’m studying real late
and I’d call to wish you a good night’s sleep
I’d stay up for hours
and wake to a million messages wishing me a good day
like the feeling of receiving a bouquet of flowers
I miss you when I have exciting news
since it was you who I first turned to
I miss those naps we’d take during the day
where in each others\' arms we’d lay
and of course eventually we’d wake
take each other to a sensual state
the feeling of each others\' skin
something so perfect it could have been a dream
I hate that our beautiful past seems so unreal
like an ambiguous memory, simply Deja Vu or a real memory of you
I hate that place that certain music takes me
like I’m stuck reliving the past only to remember we’ll never be
its true time has passed
yet our past is just so present
forever wondering what it meant
honest I lament it
not enough to take it back though
this time apart is full of growth
and living in what-ifs is a path of false hope
that only leaves one feeling morose
in reality we won’t ever know
unless our time and place re-align
and we allow ourselves to leave the past behind
but I’ve stopped looking for these so called “signs”
taking my time to find mine
yet I miss you when I turn to dating
bc no one’s ever good enough
and I hate it when I think I’ve found the one
bc you get in my head
remind me I’m not good enough
a million thanks to you for that
and for your contribution in defining “making love”
bc I never understood the concept until I looked into your eyes
screaming in my head
words left repressed in our lips
as we loosened the grip on our hands and hips
those words never slipped
from you or me
just trafficked thoughts
of I love you
it was then I learned how to “make-love”
its more than sex
its caring for someone
its trusting that someone
its intimacy
its working together to build that feeling
its staring beyond each others\' eyes
to hold their soul
to hold them whole
and when you’ve reached that point
its having the courage to say the words you have in mind
its solidified trust
its not leaving those words un-said
its letting go
that\'s “making-love”
but third time’s the charm right?
I have all the time to wait
and if it feels right
and I take a chance
then I’ll have no choice but to call it love
with or without you
bc I miss you when the time progresses
and the chances of our future lessen
I miss you when we talk
and I realize that your voice has changed
and not for the better, now its bitter
but I could never hate you
I have a special place in my heart for just us
I’m not holding my breathe
no, I’m finally breathing
but that place remains locked with no spare key
so if its ever just you and me
lets take a chance
we’ll test the seas
we’ll ride the waves
and if we make it to the beach
then I’ll know
we’re both finally good enough