The things we left unsaid,
When our eyes locked together,
When your cigarette smell filled my bed,
My soul didnt want to leave, never.
How hot you felt at 3am,
My shoulder warm, my hand dead,
So many thoughts spiraling in my head,
My pupils dilated, I needed you in my bed.
So many workshops, many stories told,
How you beat up a guy, fiercely bold,
Your words bullets to set a load,
Ready to fire at me on the side of the road.
8 years difference, too big to think of,
Too tall to dance, too far to love,
Two hands to hold, one shoulder to shove,
One man in lust, the other a dove.
Wish, pray and manifest,
Eat, drink and confess,
Love and hate, never rest,
Cry because you’ll never love me,
Even at my best.
Hold my hand, my dear,
We have time before we dissapear,
My eyes look at you crystal clear,
Your pupils dilate to someone near.
I sleep with a heavy heart every night,
Your cigarette in your hands, lit every blight.
Sun rays can hit my bed sheets,
But, its in those sheets,
Where our hearts could meet.
If only you had wet thoughts about our greet.
It’s at the first time where my heart was let free,
It curdled up when it found out we werent meant to be,
You liked women, I liked men,
Yet my heart was so brittle then,
I already had our story planned out,
With a paper,
and a pen.
