He’s a shadow
And he leans in when I kiss him
He’s getting darker
For his without when I’m with him
Not like before
When it was only within
I feel guilty
When I really admit I miss him
But I get off scott free
Because no one ever listens
Other than him, but
He’s my notes’ piston
I suppose I prefer him dull
Otherwise he mutes my shine’s glisten
And his cold touch
Is better than none or mittened
Because I want him naked,
Nothing covered or missing
He’s more than a shadow now
He’s a spirit in my vision
A face next to mine in reflections
A pair of lips in my ear, hissing
But strangers on the street
Only see little me skipping
I’m his full body, fleshed out vessel
His obsessive, God-given mission
But he turns to dust
Every time our tongues meet collision
I’m nothing without my soul, though
So he will always be forgiven.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 