this is it, formally
against this song, i rock myself to sleep. but that doesnt interest you. you've never been in here before; where the lights are dimmed with a black sash, candles are left burning through the night (ironically it seems my only trust is placed in my appliances) so i may have the pervasive smell of rose water to wake me in the mornings; the pillows on this bed stay stained with the dreams of the night before, always..
the Last few days i've found myself falling asleep lusting over the thought of this idea shared with another; and i've awakened as a little ball: arms tightly hugging my legs with my hands feeling for the softest spot on the back of my thighs,
it's hard, being the one to comfort yourself; necessary, but hard.
and i'll be here, beneath dimmed lights and inescapable sweet smells surrounding the sheets and deep crevices of this place, to leave when i feel ready
bitterly, this song is most beautiful when left alone
perhaps because this is where love and longing seem most poignant
the Last few days i've found myself falling asleep lusting over the thought of this idea shared with another; and i've awakened as a little ball: arms tightly hugging my legs with my hands feeling for the softest spot on the back of my thighs,
it's hard, being the one to comfort yourself; necessary, but hard.
and i'll be here, beneath dimmed lights and inescapable sweet smells surrounding the sheets and deep crevices of this place, to leave when i feel ready
bitterly, this song is most beautiful when left alone
perhaps because this is where love and longing seem most poignant