An empty space to fill.

You have a beautiful, beautiful smile;
the way it curls and collapses on your lips.
When you touch me I shake like a child.
It’s late I’m afraid you might leave,
‘cause sometimes it seems like you still don’t believe me.
There’s nothing I can do to concentrate.
It’s so distracting always thinking of you.
So, I expose and explain, and I meant everything I said.
And it’s moments like this that repeat and replay in my head,
when I’m laying in bed.