Lay With Me
Head on my shoulder, heart beating out of your chest. I think that the imperfections between us are scary, causing me to hold back love and replace it with my wit. The blankets cover our lower regions, even though our pants are also doing that for us. I feel the roller coaster diving and rising on the high and lows. Happy one minute, stressed and depressed the next. I wonder, as I look up at the ceiling, you watching me with your beautiful sparkling eyes, what exactly is it that I am doing wrong?