Midnight whispers my name
like a secret straight from your lips
and I know nothing now other than
your voice took the chill from the
loneliness that seeps into my bones;
here I am now so far from being alone.
1:00am is deep conversations that
I swear no one else has ever had.
Songs in my throat swirl around
like the butterflies I got when I was
looking into your eyes, and yes…
I keep pinching myself to make sure
this is real.. my cheeks hurt from this
smile that will not stop kissing my face
and it’s all your fault, love, for being
the one person who took the time
to look at me, learn me, see me.
2:00 is my heart tangled around yours,
listening to your voice ruin me with the
passion it brands into my spine and god,
I would gladly choke on your heart and
say I had the most perfect ending. But
2:00am is never where it ends for us.
3:00am is I want to be where you are.
Your voice is a serenade of brilliance
wrapped up tight with an intimacy that
we created ourselves, and your hands
feel like a lifeline sometimes, holding
me back from myself, into you like the
one place I was always supposed to be.
I feel you here even when you’re there;
mountains between us collapse and
we crash into each other so perfectly.
4:00 is a promise to meet in our dreams
when we close our eyes, and we go there
together hand in hand, finding the proof
of us there, before morning wakes us,
and you spend your day with me again,
until midnight rolls around to kiss me.