I could have written a million songs,
But none of it would have mattered,
Because you wouldn’t be there to read them.
So instead I lay awake at night
And count the hours that pass me by
One, the way you laughed.
Two, the sound of your voice.
Three, the color of your eyes.
Four, the dimples when you smiled.
Five, how safe I felt around you.
Six, how you said we had it all.
Seven, how one sentence ended it all.
It’s 7 AM now and I can’t get out of bed,
But I do,
With the hopes of seeing you.