When you write... do you write for me...
Do you put words in places for me to see...
When you speak... do you speak my name...
When you mention all the things we have the same...
When you think... do you think of me....
When you order Dr. Pepper and I order raspberry tea...
When you dream... do you dream of us...
Do you put in your dreams all of your trust...
...for me.
To be honest... I do too.
You are the bags under my eyes... those sleepless nights I drown in thoughts of you.
You are the winkles on it's sides... those smiles that causes my eyes to close.
You are the pimples I don't expect... when I stress about your complete happiness.
You are the dimples on my cheek... when I laugh out loud at how cute you are.
You are the gray hairs that shine... the times I worry for you so you wouldn't have to.
You are the bottom lip that i bite... the times I thirst to have yours pressed against it.
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