i walk toward the bed
wishing him a peaceful night's sleep
knowing he doesn't comprehend a word i've said
for he's fallen way too deep

Sext: listen to our song and feel your heart crumble in your chest

missing what i once had
feeling a vicious, bitter-cold breeze instead
when my beating heart grew mad
ripping itself out, laughing-dying-as it bled

sometimes i press a shell to my ear
and listen to the echo
over time i've shed more than one tear
traveling down the yellow-brick road i go

i'm high and you're fresh in my mind
when i stand out in the rain, i close my eyes
and pretend that the feeling of raindrops on my skin
are your kisses
so when the rain ceases what do i do then?

your eyes, your lips
the gentle way you kiss my fingertips
and press yourself against my hips
i ache for one more kiss

you can touch a flower
and i watch it bloom
look into my eyes
and turn a crowd into an empty room

closing my eyes
i feel your soft breathing on my lips
your soft, hot skin under my exploring fingertips
you consume my soul with seductive, sweet, silver sips
melting my frozen heart, i can feel it drip-drip

i like how you look at me.
not with hunger, but with adoration.
we pretend that we can't see,
and neither of us give an invitation.

so we joke and hug;
neither giving a sign of weakness.
being friends; we're warm and snug
with innocent sweetness.