Is it okay if I kiss you when I stagger through the bedroom door?
Is it pathetic that I miss you in those black jeans and red shirt?
What if the board of burden broke?
Would you let me understand the way the light falls, encircling your face?
Can I put my hand here?
Can I feel you again?
Would you let me sit beside you, my hands dancing on your skin?
Do you turn your head and wonder what the white-washed words all meant?
Do you hear the tracks of tears, making trenches down my chin?
Do you hear it?
Can you feel them?
Do you care you caused this feeling?
Can you hear me when I whisper?
Can you just listen?
Does it matter?
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 6:15 PM UTC
Is it okay if I kiss you when I stagger through the bedroom door?
Is it pathetic that I miss you in those black jeans and red shirt?
What if the board of burden broke?
Would you let me understand the way the light falls, encircling your face?
Can I put my hand here?
Can I feel you again?
Would you let me sit beside you, my hands dancing on your skin?
Do you turn your head and wonder what the white-washed words all meant?
Do you hear the tracks of tears, making trenches down my chin?
Do you hear it?
Can you feel them?
Do you care you caused this feeling?
Can you hear me when I whisper?
Can you just listen?
Does it matter?
