I can't help but think
But think of the way your brown curls fell in your eyes
And the crease in the middle of your eyebrows
The freckles nobody notices
Until they get close enough to kiss you
Your lips were softer then cotton
But you were rough when you would tug at my hair because you were impatient
I loved the way you laughed at anything
I hated the way you laughed at nothing
But damn it
I still love you