Long Feeling

Long feeling

Trepidation and needing

All desires fleeting and hollow in whole

Ashes and silt

I'm salty from the dust

To get you to hold me

To see through a bust

Maybe I need you akin to a yawn

A stretch in the morning or a tool for a new song

Lungs and young bodies

A stranger's long eyes

A false sense of purpose

Amongst undiscovered thighs

Maybe I need you akin to a yawn

A stretch in the morning or a tool for a new song

I'm sunken and I'm drunken

I'm flighty and I'm mean

On the edge of a ledge of a care or a theme

Maybe I need you akin to a yawn

A stretch in the morning or a tool for a new song

Believe what you may

Or project all my thoughts

Like a crystal white sheet

Draped over your lust