11.3.16
Now that you are gone
11.3.16"POEM" tes mains , your touch, tes yeux they make me write in other languages they make me love you as if i'm wear...
"POEM"
tes mains, your touch, tes yeux
they make me write in other languages
they make me love you as if
i'm wearing a bandage
there's nothing to see
all i can do
is feel your being
all i can do is feel
and crave you
and i'm getting mad
the kind of madness that you can't avoid
my head is in-between times
from the time i knew you
and the time i knew i'd lost you
but still
you make me write in other languages
you make me love you as if
i'm wearing a bandage
and even now, i crave you beneath my skin
even now
that you're gone.
