Loneliness consumes me though in the kind arms of another
Such a great heart as his suffers at my dead touch.
But every touch brings up in me a shudder
And the image of your face hits away my crutch.
I want to return his light that waits reaching out to me
But only answer with a silent glow of memory.
Souvenirs of you, so oblivious and far at bay
Both caring and not, dancing your life away.
His arms grab mine, trying to shake me awake.
His blue eyes midnight, yours were summer skies
I can’t break away from thoughts of mistakes
And can only stare back, and just apologise.
.
The warmth of your skin, arms rocking me in the night
Block my sight as if engraved onto my eyes
Dancing with you as in a desperate fight
Begging his forgiveness, as life is my disguise.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 12:13 PM UTC
Loneliness consumes me though in the kind arms of another
Such a great heart as his suffers at my dead touch.
But every touch brings up in me a shudder
And the image of your face hits away my crutch.
I want to return his light that waits reaching out to me
But only answer with a silent glow of memory.
Souvenirs of you, so oblivious and far at bay
Both caring and not, dancing your life away.
His arms grab mine, trying to shake me awake.
His blue eyes midnight, yours were summer skies
I can’t break away from thoughts of mistakes
And can only stare back, and just apologise.
.
The warmth of your skin, arms rocking me in the night
Block my sight as if engraved onto my eyes
Dancing with you as in a desperate fight
Begging his forgiveness, as life is my disguise.
