His lips carry a burden
they sulk in a midst if despair
my lips also feel this burden
mixed with the passion in the air
his eyes are saddened
compare to a puppies stare
my eyes are shaken
with lovers fear
his hands have quickened
to exceed his imagination
my hands have quickened
to stop the crave of him
how did this predicament
lead us to this
different expressions
for different intents
him for a pick me up buddy
me for the love
needing him for my heart
needing me for his ego
how do we walk away
how do we let this thing go
