I want to draw you but my pen knows nothing of your ways
It has no idea how restless you become with breath on your neck
or whispers in your ear
And paper could never hold these moments properly
It doesn’t hear your moan
Or feel your fingers
And only your bed could know of how we grip and hold each other as we fall to sleep
SAB
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC
I want to draw you but my pen knows nothing of your ways
It has no idea how restless you become with breath on your neck
or whispers in your ear
And paper could never hold these moments properly
It doesn’t hear your moan
Or feel your fingers
And only your bed could know of how we grip and hold each other as we fall to sleep
SAB
