Still. In silence.
Embraced in a gaze,
my eyes are latched onto yours.
My thumb traces along the
Stubble above your lips...
I’m trapped in your wells,
I wish I could transfer
The pain, the sorrow, the anxiety.
With just one lingering gaze,
Be the host for your troubling
Disposition.
So I could deal with it for you.
and you could be set free
and lay in peace.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC
Still. In silence.
Embraced in a gaze,
my eyes are latched onto yours.
My thumb traces along the
Stubble above your lips...
I’m trapped in your wells,
I wish I could transfer
The pain, the sorrow, the anxiety.
With just one lingering gaze,
Be the host for your troubling
Disposition.
So I could deal with it for you.
and you could be set free
and lay in peace.
