ChildishCan we go back to the times of innocence,
When our thoughts weren't impure
And when we thought pain was getting a scrape on our knee.
When love wasn't shown by exposing our deepest thoughts and feelings.
A mothers love wasn't taken for granted.
Our cheeks were as red as cherries And our skin hasn't been touched by a lover.
Can we go back those days?
PureIt's a late night,
and I stay in my curled up ball-
Imaging your touch along my spine
and the kisses you leave on my shoulders
like little marks.
I stare into the little cracks on my walls
and an image of a man pops up in my mind that reminds
me of you.
Handsome and full of so much hidden sorrow only I can see.
You see only you can feel
and touch my heart without breaking it-
Everyone else that tried to enter
Just have torn it to pieces.
So I stay up late imagining your warmth pressed against my back
with you telling me that "our love is pure"
those words are like a knife killing me slowly with so much
pain, but that pain is wonderful and electric I keep coming
back for more.