sirang plaka

(repetitions)

i love you.

do you think you'll ever tire

of hearing me say it?

 

i miss you

 

do you think

if i spread it out a little

tell you only when the feelings

are about to burst

implode on itself

so i can let them spill over

from my lips

into yours, maybe

you'll think it lovely

 

do you think

if i do that, you won't

tire of me

repeating i love you

when i look at you

when you tell me something funny

when you send me a song

to tell me you miss me

when you're far away

when you're right next to me

when you hold me

when you want to

when i look into your eyes

and you're looking

straight into mine

when you hold me

when you kiss me softly

when you --

 

i could list off everything you do

that makes me want to tell you

and the pages will never be enough

because i really do

love you