Melancholy Insomniac
i'm having an affair with words...but finding my indie movie ending..
i'm having an affair with words...but finding my indie movie ending..
i left us unfinished
so i can keep running back to you
lines half drawn
fading to the blank space of a page
smudges is the only evidence of
existence
between us
your hands
your fingertips
erased yet
the traces are faint
and forever embedded on
my skin