*Wanting someone and not feeling like you could deserve them. Not because of you, but because you couldn’t imagine what it would be like to lose them.*
With each passing breath I fall to despair,
Listening to the silence around me,
Wondering how I’ll make this last repair,
How I’ll unlink the last chain and be free.
Beauty such as yours is truly divine.
But your spirit is what completes my soul.
I’d do anything to say that you’re mine,
But how could I deserve to feel so whole?
It isn’t that my head is full of doubt.
I don’t even question what I deserve.
It’s if I could handle us burning out.
If I could handle losing every curve.
When I hold you I want to keep my grips.
I don’t want to lose the taste of your lips.