Is This Loaded?
Your large eyes are round in constant thinking,
Constant wonder.
Oh how I wish I mattered to you as much as thought does.
My clothes lay loosely around my frame,
Waiting to be taken off my body,
And yours lie in a similar fashion.
Are you looking at me?
Do I detect a hint of affection
As our lips finally crash, water on rocks?
Because your lips are oh so soft,
And mine are oh so bloody and torn up.
I ripped them in hopes of finally letting the pain break through.
You make me smile,
And though you don't smile back very often,
I hope somewhere you're grinning on the inside.
This satisfaction is very inappropriate
In our work situation and this bubble we separately live in,
But would you please invade my space?
Constant wonder.
Oh how I wish I mattered to you as much as thought does.
My clothes lay loosely around my frame,
Waiting to be taken off my body,
And yours lie in a similar fashion.
Are you looking at me?
Do I detect a hint of affection
As our lips finally crash, water on rocks?
Because your lips are oh so soft,
And mine are oh so bloody and torn up.
I ripped them in hopes of finally letting the pain break through.
You make me smile,
And though you don't smile back very often,
I hope somewhere you're grinning on the inside.
This satisfaction is very inappropriate
In our work situation and this bubble we separately live in,
But would you please invade my space?