You're a little ****** in the back of my brain,
Growing until I can't feel my feet.
You're a world away from me right now,
But time told me we were close.
I long for your warmth,
But feel colder when you leave.
A constant worry drumming through my head,
Feeling blood surging through my veins.
I tiptoe the stairs and fall quickly to bed.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC
You're a little ****** in the back of my brain,
Growing until I can't feel my feet.
You're a world away from me right now,
But time told me we were close.
I long for your warmth,
But feel colder when you leave.
A constant worry drumming through my head,
Feeling blood surging through my veins.
I tiptoe the stairs and fall quickly to bed.