My heart is made of stone
The stone that lies under the others
As to not get trampled
You give me the signs
I used to look for
My passion is kept close
Right between the folds of my arms
And the surface of my chest
I knock on your door
But then run away
My simplicity is showing
But you will never see it
Peeking out of my shallow smile
I want you in my bed
But not under the sheets
This is my fault
I only show you little cut-outs
Of the love letter I've been writing
I'd mail it to you with my eyes
But your gaze strikes me
I drop it everytime
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
My heart is made of stone
The stone that lies under the others
As to not get trampled
You give me the signs
I used to look for
My passion is kept close
Right between the folds of my arms
And the surface of my chest
I knock on your door
But then run away
My simplicity is showing
But you will never see it
Peeking out of my shallow smile
I want you in my bed
But not under the sheets
This is my fault
I only show you little cut-outs
Of the love letter I've been writing
I'd mail it to you with my eyes
But your gaze strikes me
I drop it everytime
