Mar 3
arriving at the same place i always do
tracing you with thoughts
instead of sculpting your statue
i'll kneel at the altar of your lips
with the fear of getting lost in you
maybe this time there will be a solution
tracing you with thoughts
instead of sculpting your statue
i'll kneel at the altar of your lips
with the fear of getting lost in you
maybe this time there will be a solution
probably a draft, probably part of a longer poem, probably improbable - who cares? it's probably about you
