Sometimes its sad how my heart doesn’t obey my mind… Telling it constantly not to cry your name out.
Not to miss your air.. Not to long for something that’s not even there.
Sometimes its sad how my body doesn’t obey my soul.. Wanting your touch to be its skin..
Seeking for fingers that are no longer intermingled with mine.
Urging for lips that doesn’t let me speak words.
Sometimes its sad how my words aren’t mine anymore.. They are reluctant to talk anything apart from you.
Sometimes its even sadder.. Idk why?
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