I am yearning for what is to be met
Oh that feeling
The feeling I get
Almost like a high, once again
I am floating
Floating up in a cloud
Down
Up and there we go again
But this time
I am actually dying…
Slowly
My breath becomes shallow
Not like the deep end of a pool
I pinch myself to see, feel (or even touch)
What I feel is real
Skin to skin
Cheek to cheek
Freckles to mouth
I’ll see you in the south
Yet I am still yearning
The touch of your hand bend to bend
Beneath it all under your bed
Within all your secrets
I cannot bear to stand behind it all
Reaching out for a new
It’s crude to think I don’t yearn for you.
Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 6:05 AM UTC
I am yearning for what is to be met
Oh that feeling
The feeling I get
Almost like a high, once again
I am floating
Floating up in a cloud
Down
Up and there we go again
But this time
I am actually dying…
Slowly
My breath becomes shallow
Not like the deep end of a pool
I pinch myself to see, feel (or even touch)
What I feel is real
Skin to skin
Cheek to cheek
Freckles to mouth
I’ll see you in the south
Yet I am still yearning
The touch of your hand bend to bend
Beneath it all under your bed
Within all your secrets
I cannot bear to stand behind it all
Reaching out for a new
It’s crude to think I don’t yearn for you.
