THISISJOHN

We lose touch
Always for a moment
Skips in heartbeats
When mine are not yours

I set flame to my tomorrows
They burn like wildfire
And its been a dry season

But I simply cannot imagine
Any sort of life without you
From the bottom of my belly
I feel a viral revulsion

I am sorry for who I am
I am sorry for who I am not
But we are one in the same
Finding the rhythm of One