I lay in my bed
Maybe my fingers a bit cold
The warmth of the body next to me
It only goes so far
Maybe warming my whole arm
Most of my leg
And enough through my side to reach my bellybutton, but that's about it
I have bad circulation
Yet the thoughts in my head get around just fine
I am hesitant to wrap my fingers around yours
Shy in the dark
So I settle for just one single lock of hair
It can't be more that thirty strands
Still it is thirty pieces of you I can't do without
I think quietly to myself
Maybe love isn't falling
It's laying.
Laying down next to another
Listening to them breathe in the dark
Its a pace
With no moving
Just a chest rising and falling and sheets dancing along
Just two warmths in an emptiness
That could of been filled alone
It isn't chaotic
It's quiet and peaceful and if you were afraid of the dark atleast you're not afraid alone
I'm shy in the dark
Maybe it's the moonlight on your skin
Coming through the window
I stayed awake just to see it dance on your face
But I'm shy in the dark
Even though I know it so well