Your copper strands brush my cheek
As I stare at the ceiling and count to three
How did I get here?
How did I get here?
Skin to skin and flesh to heart
Doesn’t sound like much but it’s enough
How did I get here?
How did I get here?
But each time I swear I’ll stop
I realize I can’t get enough of you
And each time my heart erupts
It restarts and finds a way back to you
I’ll save that side of the bed for you
I’ll save that side for you
I’ll save that side
I will try to save you
I’ll save that side of the bed for you
I’ll save that side for you
I’ll save that side
I will try to save you
Next sun’s over and up
Your perfume still lingers and tastes like suns
How did I get here?
How did I get here?
I brush my teeth and get on with life
But routines' no help when dying inside
How did I get here?
How did I get here?
But each time I swear I’ll stop
I realize I can’t get enough of you
And each time my heart erupts
It restarts and finds a way back to you
I’ll save that side of the bed for you
I’ll save that side for you
I’ll save that side
I will try to save you
I’ll save that side of the bed for you
I’ll save that side for you
I’ll save that side
I will try to save you
If only I could save you
This is the Ed Sheeran wannabe I was talking about. It doesn't help I visualize this being a solo acoustic guitar piece. Argh. Kind of proud of it though, as some of the lines make a smooth read.
More to come. Hopefully.
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A Place Called Insane (And Other Whimsical Poems)
PoetryThis is a collection of whimsical and emo poetry and pongs written by a teenager. You know where this is going.
