I'm sick and tired of this,
Don't think you understand.
I'm washing out the rest,
Like waves upon the sand.
But I
Need
What
We
Have.
But I
Miss the
Warmth of
Your
Laugh.
My shoulders were meant to carry
The weight of wandering spirit.
My hands small enough to bury
In yours, a perfect fit.
But I
Can't risk
Strengthening
Your
Webs.
But I
Can't
Lose your love
As it flows
And ebs.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
I'm sick and tired of this,
Don't think you understand.
I'm washing out the rest,
Like waves upon the sand.
But I
Need
What
We
Have.
But I
Miss the
Warmth of
Your
Laugh.
My shoulders were meant to carry
The weight of wandering spirit.
My hands small enough to bury
In yours, a perfect fit.
But I
Can't risk
Strengthening
Your
Webs.
But I
Can't
Lose your love
As it flows
And ebs.
