skin deep,
quite steep,
your hands felt like marble to the touch,
when i held them they were shaking like there was no tomorrow,
don’t weep,
let’s sleep,
tomorrow has only just begun, i’m well aware of what we have,
are these butterflies and chills i feel?
or is it just anxiety,
i’ll lay low for a while,
till your hands are no longer trembling,
till they’re no longer measuring 5.5 on the Richter Scale,
to save both our faces,
and maybe soon, i’ll be calling your name on the rooftops,
maybe,
but you’re not even here,
i’m at least hopeful that when your skin is warm again you’ll be here…
Nessa ❤️
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