happylonliness

I wish I were your clothes Softly caressing your skin and toes Imagine being so close Without one another we'd both get cold Your soft breaths against me I'm not tailor made Not off the rack Irregular like the words I let fall out Slightly faded from being brought back I'm priced to move but feeling stiff Don't look at me I know you're in no mood to buy Things like me usually go for free Still hanging here with no skin to touch Guess there's no hope for me