I steal a glance and see your
calloused fingers drumming a
careless rhythm on the table
that separates
me
from
you.
I tune my ears and hear your
eager lips pour out a volley of
empty words into my hungry heart
that separates
me
from
you.
I need to run my hands down your
warm body so that I can ignore this
ache of loneliness
that separates
me
from
you.
Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 4:10 AM UTC
I steal a glance and see your
calloused fingers drumming a
careless rhythm on the table
that separates
me
from
you.
I tune my ears and hear your
eager lips pour out a volley of
empty words into my hungry heart
that separates
me
from
you.
I need to run my hands down your
warm body so that I can ignore this
ache of loneliness
that separates
me
from
you.
