- Wednesday's post -
Two tables behind me
I wish it were a thousands miles.
You're not even close
Yet I can feel your breathing.
My nerves are high
But my feelings are low
Your eyes are harsh
But your lips are soft.
Pushed against me you feel so right
Your childish whimpers in my heart
You're frighteningly fierce; reminding me it's wrong
We both know we are probably better apart.
You shadow me as I wonder
I fight the tears; avoiding the plunder
You're distancing yourself further from me
I want to push and pull be rid of you.
You mask my thoughts
Turning the coils
Twisting my heart clock
And winding me up
The ticking my breathing
Number my nerves
The chime my calling
Ringing for you...
Tick tock
Tick tock...
