Skin Deep
Skin deep.
I trace the lines on your palm
With my finger,
But I don’t want to know
What your touch means.
I love you
Skin deep.
I look into your eyes,
Dark and deep like a well,
But I don’t want to plunge
And find them dry and weep.
I love you
Skin deep.
I hear you whisper
Sweet nothings in my ear,
But I don’t want to find out
If you love me only skin deep.
1 Comments:
If that defence-system that women use when approached by a man could be put into words, I think you've done it. Lovely!
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