Dust specks bathing in the sunlight
Floating, no purpose
In my lungs
I sit in solitude waiting for you to reappear
But it is against my will
The silence hums a melody
That sticks to my eyes
And your thumbprints
Are infecting my skin but I can still
Wait
For you
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 8:08 PM UTC
Dust specks bathing in the sunlight
Floating, no purpose
In my lungs
I sit in solitude waiting for you to reappear
But it is against my will
The silence hums a melody
That sticks to my eyes
And your thumbprints
Are infecting my skin but I can still
Wait
For you
