he sits, his hands in his lap
the lust bleeding from his eyes
all I can do
Is watch him daze
his heartbreak visible from miles away
to observe every tear stained cheek
to flinch at every drunk ‘I love you’
that slips from his mouth
and to watch the sky
and count all the stars
for everytime we’ve been here before
and for all the times, that we’ll be back
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC
he sits, his hands in his lap
the lust bleeding from his eyes
all I can do
Is watch him daze
his heartbreak visible from miles away
to observe every tear stained cheek
to flinch at every drunk ‘I love you’
that slips from his mouth
and to watch the sky
and count all the stars
for everytime we’ve been here before
and for all the times, that we’ll be back