some days I wish I could read your thoughts
read your mind like a novel
somedays I wish could be the neurons in your brain
just to know what it feels like to be a part of it
I want to know how your pretty mouth spews such ugly words
I want to know why your warm demeanour is so cold to the touch
I want to know where you hide the heart that you had once offered to the world
but mostly I want to destroy the walls of your mind
and ask-
isn't it comical that
my fingers have touched your fingers
my lips have touched your lips
my cheek has touched your cheek
and yet I've never touched you.
lover has recieved so much love lately. thank you for that.
