I miss...
The stroke of soft finger tips
The buzz from touching lips
Like lightning in a jar
I miss the hairs in my car
I long to find a soul again
Break free of all my chains
Not a moment forgotten
Memory's weave like Egyptian cotton
Hairs stand, soldiers on a neck
I've become a ship wreck
Love left me bearing all
I will fight to stand tall
Time will heal this void
My heart far from destroyed
Miss her, I do though.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC
I miss...
The stroke of soft finger tips
The buzz from touching lips
Like lightning in a jar
I miss the hairs in my car
I long to find a soul again
Break free of all my chains
Not a moment forgotten
Memory's weave like Egyptian cotton
Hairs stand, soldiers on a neck
I've become a ship wreck
Love left me bearing all
I will fight to stand tall
Time will heal this void
My heart far from destroyed
Miss her, I do though.
