I have a curious kind of heart The kind left untouched by all but a kindred spirit Felt undone and they don’t want to hear it Synthesize joy but don’t dare go near it Maybe the breeze thinks I’m flawless But deep in my mind, it’s a perfect kind of lawless Take away my thoughts, I’m poor and I’m jobless But the cycle churns on and I don’t have the guts to stop this I’m fighting underground, fighting underground They don’t listen to my sound, listen to my sound I fear what I can’t hear If the darkened voice drew near, I’d disappear— Oh, disappear
“Don’t let my name be the lyric to their cacophony of laughter. Don’t let me be the ridicule that your friends ***** upon. I don’t want them to sip on our memories turning them into a hip story. So don’t give me away to their tongues that let my name slip ever so flippantly. Seal me in your heart where I would be untouched. Embed those memories in your mind as though they were sacred. Let my name be unknown and our stories untold. Let us be concealed for we are much more than the pleasantry gossip of their conversation” she said softly as she put down the phone.
i think of what i was looking forward to this season most of it was you untouched promises of kisses under the mistletoe we were too far away to pull through shattered remembrances of my love are swirling in my brain something i bet doesn’t happen to you heartbreak is the flavor this season it always has been but now i can add onto the list of reasons
Falling in love with you was something I shouldn’t have done
I’ll remember that winning look of yours that same familiar one which struck on you before it shifted to another whatever makes you happy now I hope they stay maybe my living now isn’t loud enough, after all being untouched like any unloved thing you see, sometimes knowing we need to do something from there on is never very fun it’s genuinely hard not to stay cringed and then, settle for okay
twohundredthirty days with no touch skin to skin the things I would do the money I would pay oh how I long for the warmth in any way please someone let me in or let me die soon with no kin being so untouched I consider a sin could be as simple as a brush of my hair or a ****** of my chin because no human contact is a loss not a win