The quieter nights of "together,"
Loudly with personality
Or not saying anything at all.
Breathing,
Natural breath
In rhythm to pulsing heartbeats.
Stifled laughs.
_You don't have to do a thing._
_You don't have to prove a thing._
We're in the dark,
We're called the "lost,"
But I find something in you...
Find your place too,
At least for the night.
Arms in knots 'round each other, feeling like bursting.
A chin at the crown of my hair.
_You don't have to do a thing._
_You don't have to prove a thing._
The discomfort of bone on bone I ignore.
Please, hold me till I'm not lonely anymore.
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC
The quieter nights of "together,"
Loudly with personality
Or not saying anything at all.
Breathing,
Natural breath
In rhythm to pulsing heartbeats.
Stifled laughs.
_You don't have to do a thing._
_You don't have to prove a thing._
We're in the dark,
We're called the "lost,"
But I find something in you...
Find your place too,
At least for the night.
Arms in knots 'round each other, feeling like bursting.
A chin at the crown of my hair.
_You don't have to do a thing._
_You don't have to prove a thing._
The discomfort of bone on bone I ignore.
Please, hold me till I'm not lonely anymore.
Inspired by The Midnight's new song "Lost Boy."
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