How could you say these lies When you know I anticipate these times with you. To watch you walk away Your warmth instantly leaving my hands. How could you say these lies Knowing that your not coming back. My hands with nothing left to grab. Watching you walk away. Those jeans The way you sway. My hands ache with nothing left to grab on to. The warmth hidden behind those jeans. How could you say these lies Knowing that I am waiting. Anticipating this time spent with you. The way my hands grip you. Each moment slipping through my fingers. Not knowing you didn't plan on coming back. Your sway imprinted on my hands. This walk a reminder of how I waited. Anticipating this time spent with you. How could you say these lies. My hands filled with brown skin. Squeezed tight Cuffed beneath the bottom of your jeans. Finally realizing you never planned on coming back. Your sway Those jeans. Your warmth forever leaving my hands. & here I am Still anticipating this time, Spent with you
I might cry in front of you You were leaning on your car seat of your Standard blue jeep wrangler I could carve you of rock If I knew how to carve Your eyes are deep like black holes ******* in light and time I didn't want it to end You make me feel like I was on fire Burgundy on my face Ash on my forehead I had never met someone who has a sun for a soul It envelopes everything in its path Slowly taking over the much smaller star I call a soul It wasn't catastrophic Nor tragic The way it was so easy to be overwhelmed by your smile How I'd be cold when you were gone But on fire when you were near You should come with a warning Like cutting onion anything you do could move me to tears This is a warning I could cry in front of you A sun for a soul
A diamond for a smile Beautiful
inspired by the song Death Cup by Mom Jeans theres a hidden message in this one but im just going to tell you originally this was about how im gonna cry when this thing between us is over and im going to be really hurt
this is my favorite pair of jeans. they fit my legs tight and then loose and the color keeps to itself.
this is my favorite sweater. it keeps me warm and it’s the color of moss.
i’ve been wearing the same shirt for three days, but i’ve showered between those days i’ve been seeing you for a week but you’ve talked to your girlfriend between those days. my neighbor threw my clothes on the floor cause he needed the dryer so now i have to wash them all over again and i don’t have $3, the machine ate two so i only have one left
your copy of rear window is on my floor. your copy of monty python is on my floor.
thick hair, thick hands, thick wool, i’m thinning but you’re only getting warmer
i’m tired of men entering my life and taking all of my heat right before winter comes.