i see you in the shapes my eyes make
when i press on them too hard
you are pure artistry and i
feel uneasy whenever you’re nearby
i fear i’ll cause a crack and i’m
too scared to touch you
but by god i crave to.
not in the way most have before
i want to be gentle
please come closer, i know we’re
both oh so very scared
but i need to hold you and
i’m scared you’ll leave far too quick
just lay with me for an hour.
my body shakes as i write this
the feeling of everything leaving
is equal to electric shocks from
my fingertips to my knees
if loving a man is so sinful i fear i
may have been doomed from the start
can i lay my hands on you?
not in the wrong way but with how
we are i fear it’s wrong no matter what
every thing smells like you, even me
and i don’t know how to feel
it’s unsettling and horrid
i just need you next to me
just one more hour.
i count down until you leave but not
because i want you to, i want you to stay
i just need the reassurance that you’ll
still be next to me for that hour
i listen to your breath closely as your
sleeping body jerks as it holds onto mine
i’ll keep rubbing your shoulder.
i hope you feel my hand tracing hearts
along your shirt because i’m too scared
to say those three words would be
admitting a kind of defeat
to admit that defeat would be detrimental
to us both, I hope you understand
just give me those hours.
i say it in secret because it is all i know
secrecy that is
i would suffer in secrecy until i had
reached out in march with a silent cry
that you seemed to hear loud
and clear as day
you held my hand through it.
that was our first instance of physical
affection, even when it didn’t actually happen
then when you let me lay on your shoulder
by god, i knew it was over
so now as you lay on my arm and i hold
your hand i silently count and pray for
just one more hour.
when i press on them too hard
you are pure artistry and i
feel uneasy whenever you’re nearby
i fear i’ll cause a crack and i’m
too scared to touch you
but by god i crave to.
not in the way most have before
i want to be gentle
please come closer, i know we’re
both oh so very scared
but i need to hold you and
i’m scared you’ll leave far too quick
just lay with me for an hour.
my body shakes as i write this
the feeling of everything leaving
is equal to electric shocks from
my fingertips to my knees
if loving a man is so sinful i fear i
may have been doomed from the start
can i lay my hands on you?
not in the wrong way but with how
we are i fear it’s wrong no matter what
every thing smells like you, even me
and i don’t know how to feel
it’s unsettling and horrid
i just need you next to me
just one more hour.
i count down until you leave but not
because i want you to, i want you to stay
i just need the reassurance that you’ll
still be next to me for that hour
i listen to your breath closely as your
sleeping body jerks as it holds onto mine
i’ll keep rubbing your shoulder.
i hope you feel my hand tracing hearts
along your shirt because i’m too scared
to say those three words would be
admitting a kind of defeat
to admit that defeat would be detrimental
to us both, I hope you understand
just give me those hours.
i say it in secret because it is all i know
secrecy that is
i would suffer in secrecy until i had
reached out in march with a silent cry
that you seemed to hear loud
and clear as day
you held my hand through it.
that was our first instance of physical
affection, even when it didn’t actually happen
then when you let me lay on your shoulder
by god, i knew it was over
so now as you lay on my arm and i hold
your hand i silently count and pray for
just one more hour.