There’s no need
For anything fancy
Or to reinvent
The wheel
Because it won’t be
What you say to me
But how
You make me feel
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
There’s no need
For anything fancy
Or to reinvent
The wheel
Because it won’t be
What you say to me
But how
You make me feel
I pray to God
For no leaves on the line
So that nothing derails
This heart of mine
Absence doesn’t make
The heart grow fonder
We just start to yearn
For what’s over yonder
And so we’re presented
With a question to ponder
Exactly which opportunity
Should we squander?
Skin like milk
Lips cherry red
Your outline etched
Inside my head
Making no sound
Thinking only instead
Of when we’ll fall
Into your bed