I remember...

With just another song I wrote yesterday,
Figuring out the tone to the words,
I'd lie down, here all day long.
Studying your face, inch by inch.
I remember your eyes, the way you look.
You're miles away but I hear your voice,
When I run my fingers through the words I wrote,
They shine with your whisper in my ears.
This moment is perfect,
I'll hold on to it, for the time I sing again.
When I look up at the stars,
The same starry roof under which you lie,
Miles away, somewhere out there,
I know you're over there.
Every string that I touch that night,
Prints its impression on my skin,
Leaving those rashes that remind me of you.
Reminding me of the times, I sat up in the roof,
Half hanging, singing to myself,
Remembering you, feeling closer to you with every tear,
With every skip of my beat, I travel miles.
Closer to you by the second,
Closer to love for the first time.

I write, and I write again.
I talk to these walls, they know you more than I do,
I forgot the gap between your teeth,
I forgot the scar at the corner of your eye brow.
The one I used to brush with my lips,
And then hold your hand, letting you know.
Its no dent that you're left with.
I remember how I wrote this song to you,
About your dimples and your eye brows.
I remember the tears that you shed,
Under that tree, When I sang my song,
With you in my lap, you had me breathing your love.
I'd tell you about your smile,
But that'd take me down the lane,
The lane that reminds me of the songs I wrote,
About anything and everything,
About every moment that we shared,
I know you're out there...
This song says, I'm coming for you.