Walking near you
The breath in my cheeks makes my head light.
It throbs, and beats on my brain.
I don't let my breath go.
You walk four feet behind me.
Each is a new chance, to be softer.
The clicks run up my shins.
And I cringe; you noticed.
It throbs, and beats on my brain.
I don't let my breath go.
You walk four feet behind me.
Each is a new chance, to be softer.
The clicks run up my shins.
And I cringe; you noticed.