my muscles are sore like they tend to be
i know you're tired from sleeping next to me
but when both arms wrap around my aches
sweet relief there finds and takes
hold of me like your hold on me
the latter lasts solid as concrete
your lips so soft, your words so sweet
engrave our names in thick concrete.
ward off sickness, drink the tea
wait for you to come to me
i worry my presence will exhaust you yet
there's too much of you i have to get.
the way the passion doesn't fade
not watered down, just what we've made
the flowers float to the top of my glass
i'm wasting time, i let it pass
philosophy is so new to me
and moves something i could never see
it feels so good to excel finally
so please don't loosen your grip on me.
chrysanthemums turn the water grey
voices echo and music plays
i begin new every time i awake
knowing that today can't possibly take
you from me, i know nothing so strong
nothing could've pulled us away, for so long
we've been intertwined, unable to sleep
but its okay, i don't need it, i can keep
remembering how your arms feel
and how your hands can slowly peel
all my worries and inhibitions away
so let's get tired and please, let's lay.
i'm sitting and drinking chrysanthemum tea
waiting for you to come to me
every sound holds hope that it's your feet
coming to lay me in concrete.
No comments:
Post a Comment