You do not know.

Medium Old.

Tell me you can't sleep at night.
It will mean more to me than the three words that always seem to bring
About those awkward situations.
I love you, I do.
Your eyes say it all.
Just looking at me isn't all I need,
Crave so much more,
your touch,
your hands all over,
and over.

You turn the page with a whisper and a shake,
A breathe of relief and some other term of endearment.
Sometimes you just wish you had faith, as you scream on the inside.
Keeping quiet, letting your worries burden you.
You'll both go home and lie in the comfort of an others warm skin.
But until you walk through those heavy doors with the smell of burning lies on your cloths,
You can't say you've experienced heartache.

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