the problem with me is that I don't stop thinking
I am always at a loss for words, but when i'm faced with you
it feels like I have been waiting to speak with you my whole life.
the emotion that binds me
to the thoughts of wondering faces and misconceptions
I have stored, I can't face them all alone
But those soft dainty hands he lays on my cheek
like a whispering gust of wind
I feel him everyday
every day is a day I morn for him
but when the mind is filled with nothing but his lips
I feel founded by the memories
Sep 1, 2021
Sep 1, 2021 at 4:33 PM UTC
the problem with me is that I don't stop thinking
I am always at a loss for words, but when i'm faced with you
it feels like I have been waiting to speak with you my whole life.
the emotion that binds me
to the thoughts of wondering faces and misconceptions
I have stored, I can't face them all alone
But those soft dainty hands he lays on my cheek
like a whispering gust of wind
I feel him everyday
every day is a day I morn for him
but when the mind is filled with nothing but his lips
I feel founded by the memories