Ive lost count of the weeks,
I've spent thinking what if,
I've lost count of the days,
I lay awake,
Wishing you were here,
Beside me in bed.
I've lost count of the hours,
I can't breathe,
When your name gives me chills,
Remembering the days we spent talking,
For hours,
My eyes fixed on you,
Saying pretty please,
Because I didn't want the moment to sieze,
I miss the days we'd laugh out loud,
When it was just us,
Against the whole world,
But I'd always feel safe in your hands,
Because on most times,
Home is just a body with good intentions,
And so are you❤️