A leafless tree never needing company.
Yet, always seeking beauty in strangers eyes, staring from a distance, pondering why I’m alone with nothing to boast but empty hopes.

I am a love of yours.
Standing in the cold, wishing for home

My body flourishing,
wanting to be ravished by those curious hands,
never distant, never inconsistent,
I am a love of yours waiting to bloom
amidst the chaos of every days humdrum.

I am just a love of yours.

Our eyes slow dance every time they meet
I carry you in between breaths,
always waiting, our lips suffocate,
our bodies slowly separate,
I find solace in knowing I’m never staying.

Standing in the cold, wishing this is home

The edging dance of night and day,
Always connected, never really intimate,
marveling with my eyes in the sky,
I see an interlude of you and I.

Always waiting for the sun to set,
Staring into nothingness,
Wishing that maybe, just maybe
You'll slowly touch me.

Always waiting for the sun to rise,
I'd lust you in the day,
and loathe you in the night.

A leafless tree waiting for company,
standing in the cold, wishing for home
Wishing that maybe, just maybe

you'll always find me.