This flesh on my skin is the allure of the sins we digress to
Not to mention I’m fully aware
But his soft voice in my inner walls whisper gospels
The beauty of being found.
And I understand why we all feel lost
You found everything you need
Yet you must suppress
Yet you must digest
But you must repress
That overwhelming feeling
we identify as love
Because options are invasive for him
Justifications are merely opinionated objections to let you know that “gem” isn’t mutual.
So you go back to your cubit corners
to be as monotonous as you can
Because going outside of your own walls gets you nowhere
Or perhaps those walls are the unknown we didn’t realize existed.
See I’m just a girl searching for the truth.
And your lunar stages are all of my moons.
So I just want to be your orbit.
Seem my mind is blown when I found the reason why we live through our kiss.
So that flesh on my skin,
So chocolately and smooth,
That cold heart that touches mine when we take our clothes off,
Searching for our souls by each stroke we attempt to find the truth.
Searching for the answer by each hug we embrace ourselves in.
Yet we are dying of thirst.
We need to revive our past and the energy we placed our present in needs to be retrieved.
That’s the essence of a glass of water.
But until then, we’ll figure it out.
Because this skin on my skin means I just relapse
And I’m fully aware of it too…