when you find me beneath your shirt sleevewhen you use dull rag to sweep mefrom your skindo…
Throwing on whatever comfy oversized tee I flung on the ottoman last night before slipping…
I wish you would seewith my eyesand feelwith my heartand knowwith my soul.
Today we touched,albeit awkwardly,for the first time in a long time.
The first chordreverberates off the walls,as the guitarist flicks his pickacross the…
Tick…tocklistento the pindrop.