When the day is done and all that s said is said, what are those lasting things left undsaid, or rather, not said out loud.
Those lasting little tid bits that keep you tossing and turning in your bed, or in my case, your couch. Those things left unsaid that keep you at a distance when alls it would take is for me to roll over and reach some five feet to hold you.
Those things that- that maybe aren't left unsaid but maybe need more time
in the brain for you to stumble over, try to create an answer to, but the only thing left is that you're in love and those five feet, and that coffee table seperating us is way way too much, you need to be close enough to feel my heart beating, to see into the vast ocean we call eyes.
So alls that is left undsaid... I love you... Maybe?
...but I say it sooo many times?
Maybe their isn't enough ticks in the clock to ever let me begin to discribe my longing for you. My love.
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