The next time we meet again will probably awkward as frick
Like if Jupiter and Uranus collided
In which they'd probably pass by each other because they're gas giants
(Or fuse into one big gas giant planet, but I'm too tired to explain)
And being in one room we'd might as well
Be two unmoving pieces of stone each waiting
For the other to make a move
After all the years without touch
(Cause a pandemic had to happen)
I guess we'd be stiff like that.
I mean, can't you see the stiffness in the way my hands
Wave at you wishing yours could just come through
The pesky screens holding us back
Just wishing they could make a crack at all the ice
My hands have been gathering throughout these years?
Cause it seems holding you will take ages
And I'm now left to read hundreds of pages of young adult couples
Huddling beside bonfires
Making it look so easy to move closer and closer
While realistically, we're stuck here miles and miles apart
Only huddling beside this hurt we call distance
By the gods, I pray to be a gas giant so I can permeate
Through all these physical walls
And give you the one long hug I've been saving since fall
Cause I badly need the body warmth right now.
Do I sound too hypothermic? I hope not.
...
But anyway, still and awkward hugs will do
I've noticed it's a bit cold here --
Is it cold there too?
I know you might've grown accustomed to it, you might even like it, but for just one night
Let me imagine what it's like
To warm you.
I am in need of body warmth. Brr. Help XD Also, inspired by Heroes of Olympus: The Lost Hero. Piper and Jason's scene.
Spoken word for the nth time. All my poems are becoming spoken word.
; - ;
Well, I'll see and listen what my hearts says.