She says she cries everyday

Mostly out of pure sadness

I could have kissed your puffy eyes then

Instead our eyes met in silence

So I would like to stick around

Here is my wilting heart,

It is waiting for a beat sound

My ears have met your tongue

And my lips, oh my lips

they need yours to be sung


saneinsanity saneinsanity
18-21, F
Mar 15, 2010