Waiting for the moment you wake up, It’s so late here at night. The moments you want To share with me Are a blessing— It’s like Christmas Day. Every time you have a story for me Feels like the flower feeding the bee. Oh I know, I probably take it too far. But after all this time, You’re still my Northern Star. I shake you out of my hair, I sometimes forget that you’re still there, But I always come back to you. There are things about you I just can’t forget, Even though there are so many poems Already filling up my head. It’s the way your face crinkles Every time you laugh. The way my heart flutters With every question you ask. The depth of your voice And how you fill the void, You are peaceful silence, The rest is white noise. I don’t dream of the future Very much anymore. The present is enough for me— Forever stuck in your revolving door. There is nowhere else to go with you, I’m already at the destination. But I’d happily stay At this dead end with you— I am the runaway train And you are my favorite station. Every day I spend with you Is filled with nervous anticipation And blissful, pure elation.
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