Whispers are not my name and sidelong glances don't mean "I adore you"
Footfalls outside my door leave me gasping, wondering if this time the ticking of the clock is you knocking
Foolish is the lover but more so foolish still the dreamer
Because if I at least had your hands on my body I could feel something
Sep 18, 2022
Sep 18, 2022 at 2:42 AM UTC
Whispers are not my name and sidelong glances don't mean "I adore you"
Footfalls outside my door leave me gasping, wondering if this time the ticking of the clock is you knocking
Foolish is the lover but more so foolish still the dreamer
Because if I at least had your hands on my body I could feel something