I haven’t spent hours talking about him yet because he’s not gone.
It’s just I haven’t seen his eyes in the sunlight.
And I haven’t seen his smile brighten up a room.
And I haven’t felt his arms around me.
And I haven’t heard his laugh in person,
So I can’t compare it to a thousand angels singing.
And he hasn’t made me laugh,
When i have tears streaming down my face,
While listening to the rain hit my windows.
I can’t go on and on about this boy because he’s not gone yet.
And I’m praying that he’ll never be gone.
Because I wanna experience the world with him.
Because he is the single person I get most excited to talk too.
And I don’t think I will be able to bear it.
Because no one has lit the candle in my heart in the longest time.
And it’s bringing back all the warmth I’ve lost.