I hear your soft murmurs,

I really do.

They make my heart flutter,

they really do.

I may not blush and I may 

not turn away.

But I like,

that you make me feel some other way.

Your soft murmurs hit my soul

with a nice tap.

They run around my body with no remorse.

I look at you and I want to kiss your cheek

as if it’s the end of the world.

I want to look into your soft, warm eyes

and look for the warmth I never could 

receive.

When my hand is empty, it always looks 

for your soft shaky ones that always have a 

band aid on each index finger wrapped around.

I look at you and I think so many thoughts.

The world could be ending and I would still want

to be by your side.

Your words were never nails to a coffin and 

you have become a reason to look forward to 

another passing day.

I still wish to softly kiss your cheek and 

bid you farewell.

And I still will still find excuses to blame everything 

else but me as to why I have dreams with you