Each week
Grows like a ****
Every time longer and longer
Every day slower and slower and slower
I cannot pretend that I do not ache for your embrace
I cannot pretend that I do not long to breathe you in and hold you
I cannot pretend that I do not wait with childlike excitement
To hear familiar footsteps creak the boards of the hall
To feel familiar lips graces my neck, my ears,
To see the cracks of my soul made whole
When you whisper so slow
Hello
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
Each week
Grows like a ****
Every time longer and longer
Every day slower and slower and slower
I cannot pretend that I do not ache for your embrace
I cannot pretend that I do not long to breathe you in and hold you
I cannot pretend that I do not wait with childlike excitement
To hear familiar footsteps creak the boards of the hall
To feel familiar lips graces my neck, my ears,
To see the cracks of my soul made whole
When you whisper so slow
Hello