cantthinkofanything
03-09-2015, 09:51 AM
I watch you from the bushes and from the park bench where you walk
We always play this game, you and I
Days go by
It often feels like years
But the sweat soaked sheets...our twisted trysts
Fill the idle time with meaning
The flowers and shy glances turn to ropes and cruel smiles
Our time together is short but the imprisonment is eternal
The sunlight unties the knots that bind and our game begins again
I watch you from the bushes and from the park bench where you walk
We always play this game, you and I
Days go by
It often feels like years
But the sweat soaked sheets...our twisted trysts
Fill the idle time with meaning
The flowers and shy glances turn to ropes and cruel smiles
Our time together is short but the imprisonment is eternal
The sunlight unties the knots that bind and our game begins again
I watch you from the bushes and from the park bench where you walk