Sunday mornings without a friend flush to the warmth of bodies sharing space... It'll change the expressions behind closed for displayed doors on ones face... Digging in to that feeling of there's no one who'd like to fall beneath covers... Awakening to the reality of the appeal drawn to a fabulous luv'r... Tucked into arms of a friend to comfort the heart so content it opens up... Felt in grasps so soothing the world outside simply seems not to exist... As lips crawl up the back of the neck n give a g'mornin kiss... N these are thoughts of what's missed laying motionless like the enmpty side of the bed... Stirring up emotion with the moment thinking about having someone more than being in ones head... Finding pillows aren't gonna make the lean meet the desire to hold someone close... So one jus curls up with old memories that fuck up the mood wanting to hear a voice tone... Whispering lil nothings with smiles that bring happiness to life... Knowing one cannot convince themself it is real n seeing through the lie...
No comments:
Post a Comment