Black and White Picture

One day doesn't pass where my mind doesn't land on you.
I get nervous when I think of your touch.
I want that thrill.
You make me feel so alive.
Your dimples and big lips,
perfect next to my freckles and small lips.
Your finger belongs drawing on my naked hip.
Your gentle touch brings me chills.
I need to feel alive again.
My air left me and I'm suffocating fast.
My worlds far away,
but yet so close to my heart.
I'm loosing your face in my memories.
I want it in front of me.
Your icy blues peering into my pools of green.
I picture you to be the black and white,
staring at me from the beginning of the pews.
Your eyes meeting mine,
your face is the only one that ever mattered to me.
I want that perfect ring on my not so perfect finger.