lovelovelove

[unfinished, as always]

i stole his glances
locked them away in my eyelids
so he'd always get lost in my eyes
looking for them in each stare
i took his breath away
and kept it inside my heart
so anytime it would skip a beat
i'd use his exhale to revive me
back to consciousness
but even then
if he was the reality i had to face
face to face
lip to lip
i'd wake up to
i'd love to wake up, too
and it was he
that made it difficult to dream
he - the walking paradox
my living complication
of love's blind simplicity