My foot is on your door
The other on mine
My ears on your lips
And my eyes on your heart
Tempting to stop myself
Crawling into you
My heart disagree
And take over my body
My soul
My deeds
At the end
I know your legs walking away
I know the language of your heart
I know the feeling of your eyes
And I can hardly climb up above
To escape from the black hole
Full of your sense.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 9:57 PM UTC