Empty, so unravel me.
Tell me that you see a spark beyond
these brown eyes, that have seen to little
of the world.
In want of travel, in want of love,
in love with lust, in lust with more.
Do you see the fire burning right
In the edges? A small spark
Yet with your heat, it could build up
To burn systems.
Your heat is what I need most in these stranded nights.
Your heat and that arm of yours.
Do you see something in me?
Is it why you always stay so far,
say too little, breaking whatever is
left in me?
Leaving me empty and unravelled.
Lost gems in this fast river.