Sep 18, 2009 04:32
a lack felt like silence
seeking filled, but
cacophony leaves me lost
i need a note to carry with me
a thread to guide me home
let's not be bullheaded
let me steal what i came for
so i can get out
i'll lose it all
when i turn around
run my fingers through
the fading form of desire
lick every bit of you
from my weary hands