Throwing stones at your window, whispering
let me inside your brain
I want to see if fireworks go off
every time we hold each other's gaze a little bit too long
and you do it so well- making me feel like I am dancing on quicksand
I can't seem to pull myself up (or I don't want to)
How do you make everything move in slow motion?
You walk into the church in your Sunday dress
and all the angels lose their minds.
I pray Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned
and I think I am about to sin again
because we are only a few inches away from touching
and I can hear you humming Danse Macabre
while smothering a grin
and God, I am so worn out
and so yours.