If I met you and I touched your face, I bet you'd say I am not enough for you either. I dreamed about you the other night in your purple flannel shirt. My fingers traced your beard and your nose ring and we kissed for the first time. But it felt familiar.
I kissed myself goodbye into you-the way I always do when I fall in love. Except we are so much alike it felt nice, like the diamond in the rough of my own chest. So, I lingered there for awhile.
So, play your guitar for me
And sing sad songs across the room.
The sound of you is what I want.
I'll just stand here doubting myself-
And I won't say anything at all.
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