I think of you sometimes as if you are something far beyond my reach
A light illuminates from you
It captivates and confuses me
Sometimes I can't believe that you are real
until I feel your skin against mine
I savor every touch as if it might be the last
I stare into your eyes trying to read minds
I do not understand
I wonder if what you think and what you say are ever in agreement
I want to believe your words because they make me feel alive
But I was never one for fairy tales
Even as a child I was far too busy hiding behind bridges I would eventually burn
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 5:48 PM UTC
I think of you sometimes as if you are something far beyond my reach
A light illuminates from you
It captivates and confuses me
Sometimes I can't believe that you are real
until I feel your skin against mine
I savor every touch as if it might be the last
I stare into your eyes trying to read minds
I do not understand
I wonder if what you think and what you say are ever in agreement
I want to believe your words because they make me feel alive
But I was never one for fairy tales
Even as a child I was far too busy hiding behind bridges I would eventually burn
