your hands can't hold my soul anymore
and our splintered hearts can't take the silence
the muted promises sidle half heartedly through telephone lines;
accumulating, hour by hour
on the curls framing my face,
on your cheek, on your neck
waiting to happen
a touch, a kiss is their sunlight and rain
whispered good nights are spread thin,
phantom blankets as we lie awake in our beds
you are the beautiful half of a golden hurt
my half isn't fit to be seen
I can feel you in my bones,
but I can't reach you there
all I want is your warmth
to have you,
to breathe you in and hold you
in my chest, against my
your hands can't hold my soul anymore
and our splintered hearts can't take the silence
the muted promises sidle half heartedly through telephone lines;
accumulating, hour by hour
on the curls framing my face,
on your cheek, on your neck
waiting to happen
a touch, a kiss is their sunlight and rain
whispered good nights are spread thin,
phantom blankets as we lie awake in our beds
you are the beautiful half of a golden hurt
my half isn't fit to be seen
I can feel you in my bones,
but I can't reach you there
all I want is your warmth
to have you,
to breathe you in and hold you
in my chest, against my
Current Residence: earth. Favourite genre of music: everything and anything. [except jesus loves me stuff] MP3 player of choice: ipod, youpod, wepod. Skin of choice: hers. day in, day out.