Somehow I find, myself intertwined with every sentence you have uttered.
Smothered. You cover me in this cloud of smoke and as im about to choke, you remove, just to prove, that you've, won this hand again.
In ur palm I spin. Twirling, hurling every ounce of me, so u can see, this was meant to be. Obsessed.
Watch u undress. Denying, prying us apart, again u start, forgetting our art, avoiding my heart. Sorrow.
U'll be gone by tomorrow. Hidden, forbidden to let down ur wall, u wont talk at all, another guy u wont recall. Still.
In ur palm I twirl. Smothered, covered in everything u have ever uttered.