Tiggare

I am such a coward
A love sick puppy who can't find it's master
a balding poet without a pen to write his marks
a miner without an axe to wield for gold
by God, I just want your hand to hold
I could kill just to hear you sing

I've spent the whole semester late at night
just thinking of your baby blues
Now I'll spend the rest of the summer
wondering if you know these words are for you
everyone knows im to scared to let it out
but maybe your touch is all I need
to push it right outta my mouth

Do you believe in Demons?
Because they are haunting my head
twisting up names to make me feel alone again
but then I realize i'm in an empty bed
and Iv'e always been
atleast until you grace me with your skin

I know where you have been looking
because I can't take my eyes of your''s
they take me to a better place
matching the rate of my heart's pace
because my sweaty palms know I dont want to be here

I adore you so much that it hurts my head
but I've got a lot of hard skin to shed
green pastures turning yelow from draught
can't even tell you how frustrated I feel
You have one less puppy to steal

Do you believe in Demons?
Because they are haunting my head
twisting up names to make me feel alone again
but then I realize i'm in an empty bed
and Iv'e always been
atleast until you grace me with your skin

Your white dress leaves me small like a humming bird
the back of my throat itching to breathe
my body sweating like a leaking sieve
just patiently waiting for you to gaze at me
maybe It's time I muster at least one pathetic word

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Maybe this is just all wishful thinking
but it doesn't matter
like a priest who spends his night at the abby by the lake
I'll have you know, I got a confession to make