Your skin wasn't so soft
Not the softness you'd find
In great love stories
You didn't always have the
Words to say something
You fumbled with them
While I babbled
You snored -
Only a little, I promise
Yet in ways I found
Them so endearing
Perhaps it was just you
And I find myself
Tripping and tumbling
And scrapping ideas
Of not needing love
Or just not being aware
Because I'm just yearning
To brush against that arm again
Stories be ******
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 4:43 AM UTC
Your skin wasn't so soft
Not the softness you'd find
In great love stories
You didn't always have the
Words to say something
You fumbled with them
While I babbled
You snored -
Only a little, I promise
Yet in ways I found
Them so endearing
Perhaps it was just you
And I find myself
Tripping and tumbling
And scrapping ideas
Of not needing love
Or just not being aware
Because I'm just yearning
To brush against that arm again
Stories be ******
