Feb 08, 2006 19:28
alibies...
or maybe its your thighs
between...
me and you
this is all i've got...
may be not alot
my heart...
red and full of beats
so keep on tapping...
fingers on a table
slight discression...
maybe it's a blessin'
pray for those who cannot grasp...
ideas, thoughts, feelings
we all mold...
or maybe we just turn cold
see the way you look at her...
with such care and hope
haven't slept in days...
she'll keep you up
but what's sleep if it isn't wanted...
not a craving
your lips will be my downfall...
each movement immersed in flesh
and there's nothing i can do...
but sit and wonder about you
the dream has faded...
you are real
split seconds turn on me...
time falls and us becomes we
count your fingers and toes...
this might take who know
how long...