it scares me every now and then.Your wrinkles have shrunk your vision in and you accuse me of being so far and out of sight.But baby, I have been standing here all along, I was always here,my shoulder next to yours. We are a centimeter apart, and it's as if your shivers are touching my skin.Why do you whimper like this?
Every inch of me wants to extend my fingers, that are currently under leather gloves in my pocket, and slowly caress your winter arms. I want to do it, until your breathe is finally humming to mine.
We could be breathing together, you know.
But I can not. Because I love you so. Your bones are weak, and I took away your calcium to resonate with me. Your bones are weak and you can no longer hold my slightest touch.
The snow fall is whining outside for you, and I can not watch you stop melting. But neither can I watch myself losing again.
My footsteps will accompany me outside your door, and it'll call your next lover in.I hope she wears soft silk and metal guards.
