Are you searching me for whatever dignity I have left?
My eyes find the ground much more interesting than looking at you, something I couldn't have.
Your hair, does it remember my fingers?
Small skeletons lacing through the golden bunch.
Your hands have touched every inch of me like an eager child, your name devours my thoughts.
Now we have traded sides, you've grown cold and so have I.
Every time I brush past you i slowly sink in my own shoes.
Id die just to kiss the lips that create your radiant smile.
