Polyphia

I graze your freckles with my finger tips.

I get lost under you shadow and in guitar riffs.

I turn away when you glance at me.

But there's no where else I'd rather be.

You pull me close against your chest.

You arch deep to fit the rest.

My fist is grasping at the sheets.

So easily, you make me weak.

And I am absolutely terrified.

Mostly because you don't have to try.

My mind can't stop asking for you.

I'm already loving the little things you do.

I'm trying to knock down what's left of these walls.

To convince myself it's okay to fall.

A closed off heart may not feel pain,

but it will also never love again.

I'm still a little bruised from my last.

But I'm glad to say it's in the past.

I question for how long you'll want me.

Not your fault, just what he taught me.

I hope you feel things in a similar way.

And I'd be delighted if you'd stay.

In such little time you've gotten me hooked.

I'm positive of how our future looks.