d s b

this love i have for 

you won't go away even

if i told it to

it's almost a weird

ache; i have never felt a

fondness so hurtful

watching you work is

the easiest job i have

ever had to do

but it's also the hardest

sometimes i have to pull my

hand back from reaching

i have this bizarre

need to touch my hand to your

face or your shoulders

one time you hugged me

and i wish i could go back

and relive that night

no hug ever seemed

as important as the one

i can't stop dreaming