Non verbal I by NCMiles
Non-Verbal I
I do not want to talk to you
I want to feel and feel straight through
Your cold hands on all saints' days
and hide away on turnpike lane
Far away from fields & southern coasters
I would take what I wanted if I knew what it was…
And when it's clear
It's not for sex
But to put our ears to the necks of strangers
On the day something changed and I started shedding skin
And I've been afraid to let the right one in
I think I stopped losing the day that we met
By the time it happened I had no skin left
Stole from the cold I didn't get old I never knew what I wanted
Turn away from turnpike lane
make a way to those old coasts for winter
Would you believe that your bed is an ocean,
That I would choose it over any other woman’s?
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