Why
Curled with my tongue tied in familiar ways
Snakes are crawling up our legs, I just can’t ignore them anymore
Is my comfort nothing
Never wonder if the kettles hot, You’ll press my hands against it to see.
I’ve done nothing wrong
Am I boiling over?
Touch to find out
All while the Mothers bag locs of blonde hair
I had just started to dream again.
Only for the shivers to turn to sweat, With your love out only flesh and a strange scent connect us now.
- Didn’t write this with the thoughts to share but I kinda like it Was written on a really sad night. Everything is very hard and that’s just where i’m at for the time.