Breathe me in like air, innocent
My fingers bleed
I've been writing too much
Preventing these words from searing my battered throat
And I can't even scream so I sketch your face
Each line was a cry
Each curve bore blindness
Prevent my arms from failing
Limitless expressions to your face I can't conform,
But give hands the chance voice wouldn't have
It was the first time that our words kissed, but our lips, they didn't even touch
No skin on skin
The first time in my life that I existed
And each time that we breathed, we were reborn
We're reborn each time we breathe
These nights were gaining strength yet losing ground
A short-lived grace
Your tongue!
I taste your ways with a pen in my hand, in my hand, in my hand
I taste your ways
Well, in a matter of time my life went from day to night, incriminating textures
Where on earth did you go?
What happened to us?
With this retouching paint, I will use a brush, apply it to your canvas
This was once a beautiful painting
Each lasting memory will control each word that I write
And I used to think that my hands could dance
I only needed to hold myself up
You were never a crutch as you tore me away like this fringed papers' edge
You were never a crutch?
But now I see my hand's been broken for quite some time
These memories impale the senses to this day
I'm broken