Seen through the lines
Searched the accuracy
Inquiries all done
why are we like this?
Comforting ourselves
with just words and nothing more
it is vindicative
having to throw up those words
on just lines and sheets
but it's soothing
A touch as warm as the sun
Purging you of the doubts,
every remnant of filth
Yeah, it's divine
Oh but how I hope we lingered a bit
not having to throw it up
although feeling safe is craved
and that's where I lose you
when I take my ballpoint
and just write you,
it's just a matter of time
to sing out those words
or just maybe eradicate your existence
© Essie